I'll not only be in North Carolina, I'll be in a hotel in Asheville for a Rickie Lee Jones show and then some tourist stuff, so I likely won't post anything more until Monday. Be safe, and folks in the Northeast stay warm.
1969
We had it figured out—pain in the ass
Or mildly amusing sorted everything
From sex to dope to Spanish class,
Guitars, Republicans, and soldiering.
We'd sing "That's What You Get for Loving Me"
Because it was amusing to be fair,
But when girls wouldn't honor lechery—
They never did—we didn't have to care.
I found him sobbing in the hall at school
And started in: "Hey, you knucklehead,
Pain in the ass, remember? This ain't cool."
"Shut up, you fucking freak! My brother's dead."
I stared. He turned and left. What could I say?
Our lottery was still two years away.
10:46:03 PM 
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