ive got friends in low places where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases my blues away... and ill be ok... oh its been a while country music. my first albums were country but since then ive given up on it. recently though, a song or two will stick in my head and be cool. i never got off good southern rock though, even if i dont care as much for country, lynyrd skynyrd is just fine. aww, i love it all. after all, everybody's cool playing rock and roll. i love the callouses on my fingers. its good to see after playing guitar for a year. really feels good, something i dont get sick of anyway. i get sick of people so much easier. like going to the movies alone last night. no complaints there. its nice to spread out a bit. pretty good movie anyway. and driving home. so wonderful. for once, one song. except that i almost got hit by some fucking moron in a minivan... but i didnt. so smooth, all the way home. its when i like my volvo more than a loud yj with mickey thompsons. oh well, that, a couple inches lift, bushwhackers, warns and a rebuilt jeep 6 someday.. someday. i wouldnt mind if the teacher went crazy and stormed out on us right now. sick of her. its supposed to be 70 today. maybe that will melt the snow from 3 days ago... driving in today was wonderful though. gorgeous outside and a rediscovered jazz cd will do it for you. getting funky on a monday morning never hurt anyone either. yeah well, i could be the guy with the fro on the 70's cop show. or starsky with the striped tomato. yeah if i had a red torino its what id do. on time enough to park halifax. love it that way. wearing sandals anyway. barefoot driving rocks my socks. that and driving 55 down snowy country roads in a blizzard with loud music. i love it all. you know how i do. i do it all alone. this disgusting arrangement is killing me softly. but we should all just smile. im beginning to think the metaphor of these dead baby dreams is true. i shouldnt be so offended. its been so long since weve talked like friends... im sorry. and i still count on jackie's strength more than i know. but thanks for the photographs. i really needed that. crazy crazy crazy and clouds reappear. im sorry i make no sense but these are the things that you think when you are bored in school. i havent seen barbados so i must get out of this. before i fall asleep in here. this isnt a place for me to stay, making little marks on a page and trying to make it worthwhile. it might just be, to save me from this anyway. hallelujah for long shot dreams. its all ive got anyway. no poems today. im not feeling it. its fine though, i dont need to rhyme. i just need to be alone, a 6-string named charly and a pack of d'addarios or ernie balls for alice.

i... i... i love you. peace