"I can't live in this city, but I was born here.  I know all these people, where they went to high school, where they got their angle, where they waited tables.  Still call me brother like Cain and Abel.

There, see all those old men - how'd they get so swollen?  I got so many broke friends who say I owe them from when we were children.  How did it happen?  Where is it going?  Is that your question, man?
Where does all your frustration lie?  Why are you pulling out your hair at night?  Just try and have a good time.  All the rest aside -You're still one of my kind.

I can't think in this city, but I remember every story that it ever told me.  Well, I got the blueprint to create my own myth.  That's what made it tragic, like a summer snowdrift.

Going to call my first love, meet her at the new club, tell her all that I've done, finally be forgiven.  And get good and drunk, like it feels when you're young.  There are things against us, but we'll fight tooth and nail.

Stand in the sickening sunshine after staying out all night.  And maybe it's the good life.  All the rest aside, the rest aside, the rest aside - You're still one of my kind.
I can't live in this city, but I'll probably die here.  Maybe that's how you feel:  like a poisoned caulfield, like a best friend back-stabbed, an abandoned train track.  We're living in the straight-line; Are you one of my kind?"-Conor Oberst
"My life cannot implement in action the demands of all the people to whom my heart responds..."
-Sally Gardner Read



  1. I didn't know you had a blog.
    I'm adding you to mine!
    The last picture is ridiculous.
    love it!

  2. I didn't know that picture even existed still. Oh boy. Good times.

    PS your blog is one of the few I actually enjoy enough to read on a regular basis. Love it Megs.


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