We Grew Into the Roads......
....and the roads were where we lived. We slept in rock quaries and on door steps of churches - I slept on the floor of the convenience store just off the cap rock in Texas, I put my head by the beer case to get some cold air, and it didn't matter that I had a condo back home or a bed because you become the character in the story you are living and whatever you were is gone...
Who I Follow
But I seriously want to call the cops on my neighbors. I’m having a really shit grieving day and if I feel their bass shake my walls one more second, I may go spastic on them. I’m in college, should be at the bars rights now, but instead I’m crocheting and hitting the wall with a broom. Way to young for this shit.
