sometimes..

sometimes a song starts and it hums like your back on the road again..

or like a fresh peach..or the heart of a ripe plumb

tonight the tunes sound like a young pulse..i forget sometimes mine beats as such..

25 years young my palm tells me, but my fist can keep a secret.

danielle told me so...

danielle told me..they already think yer crazy...just go with it.

old stones..

it sucks that old stones just wither and dont grow harder...cause i feel like a rollin rollin stone thats gonna end up a tumble weed..

last weekend..

was real nice...you can keep em comin..i love the too hot to do anything but this excuse...lemonades n watermellon...brews n sunshowers...

long shadows followin me..

mesa cobras!

cry baby..

last night i cried tears of joy...no shit!..real tears of joy...i have never, in my life up to this point done this...im sure it had something to do with the pile of beers we had been drinking but it felt like sipping a can of coke on a perfect summer day.

magic maker..

cupcake paradise..

ol nancy pants n brostead are doin the i do's...another one bites the dust..and i like free cake n seeing ol pantsy nance smile.

just over the hill..