More pages every day. More miles, traveled. More breaths, breathed.
More coffee, more food, more information, processed: computer screen, Droid, radio, conversations, TV, books.
More hormones. More daydreams. More fantasies. More indulgence. More restraint.
The sameness. The routine. But there is beauty there. I like knowing that the sun is coming up. I like knowing where I live, where I'll sleep, which truck is mine in the parking lot.
Who wants a day of nothing but novelty? Nothing but surprises? Can you even have a surprise without an expectation of something, well, expected?
But in all these things there are differences. One breath from another. Which words to use. What to listen to, what's on the next page...
What questions will the girls ask? What will they discover in the sameness, that they never noticed before? And can I do the... same?
The nights I tried to save Amy Winehouse from herself - Last night, as the moon shone brightly, I went back in time to try to save Amy Winehouse from herself. This was not my first attempt. Sadly, I’m never ther...