I am both happy and sad and trying to figure out how that may be.

Ready for my tattoo. Peace, Love & Music.

The waitress is practicing politics,
as the businessmen slowly get stoned.
Yes, they’re sharing a drink they call loneliness,
but it’s better than drinking alone.

Pretty girls smoke, too.

I never have any rhyme or reason to my posts. This is life. You never know.

I miss you the most when I’m driving alone
and that song comes on the radio.
You know, the one you always used to sing to me
no matter how much grief I gave you.
You always sang it and I always smiled.