April 15, 2008

I get this weird thing some mornings.... where all of a sudden, I swear I'm back at home, and I don't realize it until I walk out of my dorm. And then when I'm listening to Yazmin the Light, it makes it just that much worse....

Or when I'm playing Radiohead, and think about how Jeff trips out....
Or when Thursday comes on, and I cling to those memories of everyone crammed in a car, screaming screaming screaming at the top of their lungs, as we're racing down the 8 at night with all the windows down.

Memories like that still make my heart stop.

Active Discussion

---