Just when I’m feeling like everything just might be OK, Thanksgiving, or Christmas or Buster’s 18th birthday will come along and knock my dick in the dirt. I’ve spent the better part of the day watching old home movies of my first born like these.
Feels like a long time ago, failed marriages, estranged children & faded dreams of happy families. Fuck!
All manufactured tizzy. Nothing's different than yesterday, last month or last year.
“The seasons. . . they go round and round. The painted ponies go up and down. We’re all captive on a carosel of time”
- Joni Mitchell