It's 10 PM on a Thursday night.
After a 4 dollar Wednesday night, and the rain having let up, after a deluge; It's time to get on my bike and go out to play.
No cigarettes, no kratom, no weed, no coffee...
A blessing in disguise. Now, I'll have to experience what it's like to play music totally sober; and I'll perhaps like it, or I'll be at the labor pool tomorrow, applying for work...
August has been like this the past few years; something that I should have anticipated and made plans for. Live and learn.
No cigarettes, no kratom, no weed, no coffee...
A blessing in disguise. Now, I'll have to experience what it's like to play music totally sober; and I'll perhaps like it, or I'll be at the labor pool tomorrow, applying for work...
August has been like this the past few years; something that I should have anticipated and made plans for. Live and learn.
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