a tough work week. lots of death and dying. topped off by a "friday" night beer at an irish pub that got knocked over by a drunken idiot (who, by the way, wasn't irish)
so ends my work week.
and so, i medicate with music. lots and lots of vinyl. finally hooked up the turntable (god help me when i need a new stylus)... and threw on some dusty albums...
and it's my pot. it's my shot of cuervo. it's my heroin. it's my orgasm. it's my face melting kiss. it's the knee crunching prayer...
because this week, there was lots of death. lots of dying. lots of euthanasia.
but it doesn't excuse me from showing up the next day for some more...
so let it rain.
and so it is...