Classic Gish
You say you wanna play Country but you're in a Punk Rock band...
Did I tell anyone that's my new favourite song? Have I sung along to it enough in the car, as I'm gliding along those endless ribbons of black highway?
I'm a hotel room in Timmins. Back here, getting ready for bed so I can get up early and catch a plane back to the nowhere world I live and work in. Looking forward to going back. Not looking forward to going back.
I already miss my family, despite all of the crisis' that have risen up over the past three weeks, I was still glad to be among blood.
Rose just posted a photo she took of me in the old days.
Sometimes, it's really nice to see the old me. Suddenly, I feel better.
Labels: Gish, myself, travelling