August 29th, 2005.
I’m waking up at Amy’s house, dazed from dreams. I don’t remember most of them, but I think they were pretty worth while – there was art and Love and
Dangerous Music for Dangerous Times.
I’m waking up at Amy’s house, dazed from dreams. I don’t remember most of them, but I think they were pretty worth while – there was art and Love and
Saturday morning greeted us with sunshine like a fist. Oh. and my brother. He and Del had decided to make the 4 hour drive and pop in to surprise us.