whenever shit gets rough at work
Like it is-seriously-now, I dream about going back to inland.
Many of the guys I worked with there are dead, some by their own hand. I was lucky to escape when I did. The dream reminds me things are not so bad now.
Friday 25 Apr 2014
I dunno about that one. Any where I went back to the players might have changed by the script was still running.
Nothing so fair as memories of past events.
That moment when you’ve been thinking of back-when fondly, and then you remember the OTHER stuff, and think “Good old days my ass.”