one year

year old memories are sneaking up on me, peeking from behind the courtains. stirring up my hard-worked-on peace. i'm back at the club, at the studio, in the stick shift car. but most of all, i'm back at the empty little euro bar, it's a cold friday night, and i'm having the best time of my life. the most amazing, crazy, sweet and real evening ever. so that's what i miss. but a couple more songs and i will go back to voluntary amnesia. it's better that way.