It's eight twenty six, I'm stranded at the coffee shop. Don't ask yourself why my car isn't parked right outside. Lets just say Ramiro better wake up soon and come up here.
Curse this morning, curse jams. Curse my body for doing me wrong, curse the lungs that let me breath...For the next couple hours at least. I quit smoking, just as fast as I started, feels nice.
I starting writing songs with my classical guitar again. I'm impressed. I'm tired. I don't feel like writing.
Hi, In Detroit again for a couple of days. Planes Mistaken For Stars is tonight at the magic stick and if you would like to hang out then stop by.
There are a couple of people I haven't seen in a dog's age that I would love to see tonight. So everyone please come and maybe you will be one of the lucky few I would like to see.