I am the tiny one in the front, singing and reliving her childhood while ridding of excess dread/fulfilling a long lived dream (in the blue). One founding father of my teen-angst down, two to go. You are next, Jeff.
A six hour road trip with a kind stranger and Coggee. Going home again.
This about sums up how I feel: Mountain Goats, angst, Jean Seberg, and procrastination. Jarring, I know. Covers from Paris and a charming ‘va te faire enculer’ from Gainesville.
