Under the bridge.

I pinned my buddy in the corner of his apartment, ranting and flailing my arms dramatically. I was using words like "unfair", "gravity" and "damaged" like a big ole pussy.

He goes," Stop wasting space and time." I reacted defensively and then inhaled it. He was right. I'm pretty introspective but that hit home.

After our "therapy session", I hop in my veh. The Chili Peppers is next up on my playlist, it's apropos and sounding amazing like I was hearing it for the first time. Then up came 'The Cars', "Drive". It was a great night.

I have an Anthony Kiedis "story". That's for another time.

*pulls out harmonica