An imaginary place or state in which the condition of life is extremely bad, as from deprivation, oppression, or terror.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
My apologies, Mr. and Ms. Suburbia-that's me(Highlands,TX trash), driving through your neighborhood at about 25 miles an hour blasting Eric Clapton laying it down smooth and heavy over a Ginger Baker groove. Why? Because it sounds like heaven to me on a beautiful autumn day. Because beautiful autumn days in Houston,TX are few and far between. Because I am alive and driving home to a beautiful wife and family. Because my days are numbered. Because I don't want to be on my death bed be it 1 year or 50 years from now regretting that I didn't do it when I should have. Don't let the poetry fool ya. There's no where I'd rather be than right here and right now. If it's too loud you're too old. If it's worth playing, it's worth playing loud. Come on out and groove along with me and keep on growing. Celebrate.