I’ve been settling into a routine more and more lately. The adulthood, self-reliant spark has subsided and im getting comfortable. I picture a tired db at the end of a miraculous pick return losing yards to a lineman. It’s almost but not quite… Exhaustion. I’ve put off tube amp and art projects in favor of leisurely storage wars and house marathons.
I can’t let this go on too much longer or I think I’ll regret wasting my freedom. I want to fail now before failure is not an option. I want to turn on the jets and make it a pick six.
