Camera Obscura – the drummer was smoking like a chimney.
Baltimore was nice. Coming home was nicer. This time around, there was silverware. Sorta.
Was in the Baltimore Penn Station and I remembered being there a year ago asking my brother what I should do when I got home. He reminded me of something:
You’re 33. How can someone that you’ve been with for four years define you? What’d you do before her?
Told him the same thing once before.
I’m troubled again, but this time, for totally different reasons.
Was going to make a peanut butter and marmalade sandwich but instead had a rendezvous with a single-barrel, seven-year rum. No oranges.
This week is going to be very unpleasant but I just told someone here that life has it’s highs and lows. Life’s like that.
I’m ready for some more highs.