makeshiftman

today i had to watch my father break into his own house. it's a sad day when something like that happens. climbing and crawling through the window. humidity is a foul mistress, it can make a house with unlocked doors into an inpenetrable fortress.

that's my story. my dad approves of the english beat. as if he wouldn't. they laid down their tracks in his car with me behind the wheel, and it was good.