Like A Cold Day In August.
I was not prepared for this…
You remind me of August, the way that I still care about all the things that you promised.
Next week is gonna be crazy. The Dells, then Menominee. Two hours to both, back to back days. I am pumped. Lots of times with some great friends of mine.
It’s official, I’m singing and playing rhythm guitar. No big deal. I can handle this.
We’re gonna be big someday. And when we are, I’ll remember all of you. Some more fondly than others.
Been a long day, and tomorrow is filled with too much stuff I’m not prepared for.
I’ve got your picture.
I’m coming with you.
Dear Maria, count me in.
