The trees are on fire and the sun is gone again. Everything is gray and crisp. Drives this dumb hyena bonkers. Too cold to wander for long, to dark to stay inside. Good bar weather I suppose. Good bourbon weather. Of course, there's no such thing as bad bourbon weather. Oh oh, you greasy Old Crow, why do you hurt me so bad? Working too much. The money is good, but being too busy to bother the tourists? How it'd get this way? Ah right, cold north winds.
6 years, 6 months ago
08 Oct 2012 22:10 CEST