Monday, August 29, 2005

The Bad Son


New Orleans, you made me like this. I'm sorry I'm not there with you right now, drunk and wet, knowing we might die tomorrow, and living like wild lightning tonight. I'll be there as soon as I can. I can bring sandbags or naked women, your choice.
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Shara Lee said...

Thoughts and prayers, i am reading your blog, I just stumbled onto it, your words are amazing, beautiful... Lewiston, Id.

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