I’ve been bummed out all week. Sometimes, you’re not sure why. Sometimes you know what you need to do, and you don’t want to do it. I’m not one to stay down long.
I’ve always used this blog as my sounding board. To get things out. Just saying I’ve been down all week makes me feel better. Time to gut this fish.
Jim Croce was the first music I ever remember hearing. That, and the Beatles. My older brother and I shared a room, and he was 8 years older than I was. He turned me onto music, without even probably realizing it I’m sure.
Tomorrow, I’ll hang with friends and brothers at a BACA party for our kids. These are good guys. Friends. I sincerely enjoy their company, and I’d like to think they enjoy mine too.
I really don’t want to hit “publish” on this post right now. I’d like to say I’m up all the time, but i’m not, and I know neither are you. If I hit that button, somehow it feels better and I can put it behind me.
Fuck it. I’m pressing it. I’m gutting this fish.