tejasperson

With Love and Squalor was one of the few albums I listened to daily during my finally year of high school. Some of my more vibrant memories from that time involve those songs - my friends - long drives - cigarettes on a back porch - sleeping under the stars - running away - graduation - the night I sang to them as they cried beside me on the water bed - that trip to the circus - a new friend - a death. All with your words and melodies on repeat in the background.

How does it feel to create something, and have that part of yourself exist, in it's own distinct way, in someone else's life?

Also, I love you.

We were surrounded by 6 year olds. They were all shoving popcorn in their mouths at alarming rates, while their parents yawned and checked their watches. The Elephants looked depressed, and one refused to perform. We also went with Greg. Don't even get me started on Greg. BUT a clown danced by in over sized pants, threw a top hat at me, and bought me cotton candy. I pretty much cheered like a child at everything after that. I think I even cheered at the kid who threw up next to us. It helped him not have a complete melt down, and we ended up getting the entire row to dance the running man with him. Then we screamed the along to WLaS all the way to Taco Bell.