But anyway. After some booze on the weekend and thinking back a lot of things from my memory come back to me. Music I had forgotten about along with the times it reminds me of, games I used to play, people I used to know..and the fact I once had a brain along with enthusiasm. Where'd it all go.
So yea, now I find myself drinking a bottle, listening to Sixto Rodriguez wondering, why the fuck am I writing this shit. Who knows.