Sunday, May 4, 2014

While the sky pisses against my bedroom window I peer out into the blurred evening of another misused Saturday night and wonder to myself, "Mick, why are you not hiked somewhere deep inside a forest?" Typically that's where I would be right now. Nearly twelve miles away from the nearest major roadway. Forty miles from the nearest town or city. But instead, I'm sitting here at my computer, which means I am home at my apartment looking thorough my bedroom window watching it rain while you are probably out with your friends having a great time drinking,