Three months into my planned eight. Observation #1: Dreaming like a mother fucker. Did I not at all, for 20+ years?! Now I'm waking up going "what, the, fuck, was THAT?". Observation #2: will I ever sleep past 7:30am again?! And the going to bed earlier to compensate has NOT kicked in yet...
Something about the simplicity of this short piece, and the nostalgia of my own experience with bad kids and doing bad kid things that makes this particularly affecting for me. Loved it.
Three months into my planned eight. Observation #1: Dreaming like a mother fucker. Did I not at all, for 20+ years?! Now I'm waking up going "what, the, fuck, was THAT?". Observation #2: will I ever sleep past 7:30am again?! And the going to bed earlier to compensate has NOT kicked in yet...
Man, the rough cycles of it all. You sure know how to lay it on the page. I’m on a break too, maybe for a good while. Here’s hoping it helps you, dude
Brutally honest as always, Adam. Your rec makes me want to read Molly. Love the song.
Something about the simplicity of this short piece, and the nostalgia of my own experience with bad kids and doing bad kid things that makes this particularly affecting for me. Loved it.
He died bearing what his dad couldn't or wouldn't. I'm glad he had you.