It is 10 to 6 and I basically just woke up. It sort of feels like the morning. I have wasted away the day. Waaaaaaaaaay too much whiskey last night. Drinking with friends is one of the best things that there is; the hangover is one of the worst—and this is one of the worst I have had in a long, long time. Can't do it like I used to. All that my body can handle right now are the sweet, sweet sounds of Mr. Jackson Browne. It seems like I am really working out some deep business with these first two posts. I only hope that you might take the time to enjoy these songs as I do. Truly a great record.
I am a child in these hills.
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