Another missed call… Well, that’s how it is when you’ve got your hangovers at different times. Anyway, got your message – so you’re in Reno enjoying another cigarette…
We made another record. Written between the aggravator and the victim – for what that’s worth – and somehow sleek enough to stick your message in. Done.
Over here’s the well acquainted night shift: downright beats, upright pianos, punching the clock and coming of age, liberated in dreams yet sentenced to reality. The BF/C are managing – stitching it together… staying positive.
There’s light somewhere. It may not be much light but it beats the darkness.
Talk soon.
