Originally posted on A Unique Title For Me:
The Grateful Dead have become a family to me, maybe more of a virtual family, but a family none the less. The Grateful Dead have passed down stories through their songs and these stories are worth retelling as a long strange trip. To me the Grateful Dead…
The prez went golfing, the kids went to Daytona to ride waves.They love each other when the weather ain’t so gray. I stayed home, runny nose to my toes, bandana over my mouth,counted the door dash twenty-somethings deliver pizza,could smell the garlic bread from across the way, uncovered for a breathlike coming up for water, […]
In balance of history, looking back isn’t too kind. Moving forward and living now is all. Now, when the tenth page turns near, lost in pandemonium inside this abandoned town, I ride this bicycle steed to the next city.