sixgun

so i realized why i'm stuck in this little town of gainesville. it's the summers. the summers and the people that take the swamp out and put the beer in. it's all the crazy nights of before and all the ones waiting for me around every corner. it seems everyone's moving back to my side of 3rd and it's looking dangerously fun. if i make it through again i'm sure i'll have more stories racked up for the grandkids one day.

thanks florida