the cold water drips from my face as i lift my head from the cracked porcelain sink. i stare into weary eyes rimmed with black circles. the running water pulls me away from the haunted face in the mirror. the rusty faucet handle turns slowly in my hand, reminding me of the wheels waiting for me outside the cramped gas station restroom....
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man, i was swamped all last week. working 16 hour days running sound, and working on someone's record in the studio at the same time, i haven't had much time to be on here. i've been reading and responing some, but no time to even think about writing anything.
so...anymore trips to indiana being planned? you still need to get your ass out here.