I was thinking on the drive back from the kingston springs show tonight about my earliest memory of music. I guess maybe the drive brought this to mind, but I thought about my grandmother humming melodies while I slept in the backseat of pop's car. They'd come pick me up almost every friday to stay the weekend. I wish I could still sleep in the backseat of anyone's vehicle while they're driving. These days I'm running on fumes. My patience is thin, my stress level is high, I'm completely miserable, but I couldn't be happier.
Charles H.
LFT
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