It's Saturday and the sun is shining. There are mushrooms growing on the side of my picnic table. I noticed them this morning while I was playing Scrabble and waiting for my head ache to go away. I didn't touch them though; I was slightly impressed and disgusted with their weird spindly growth. I want to do something for someone that is hurting but I'm not sure what to do. I want to tell L, listen to If You Had a Bad Time. Break plates in my kitchen. Hit the steering wheel in your car, beat on something. Drink a million beers in the sunshine with me, today's perfect for it...
I'm working on a new mix, something for spring. I first thought it would be about sadness, like the last one, but then I thought about revenge, then love, then back to sadness. We all carry our baggage in different ways.
It was a full moon last night so I'm not surprised about the things that happened or the conversations that were had. If real life was like movie I could predict the next scene, but our life is not like a movie. And we're still here. In the sunshine, on a Saturday, you and me.
