I reach home and reality greets me with open arms. Instead of struggling, I warmly sink into her embrace. Lets do this, lets make the next 25 years worth singing, talking, celebrating. What a day/night. What a journey. I was blinded, led, poked, dragged, surprised. To chatting with my dear brother in the middle of the night in an abandoned parking lot, sharing tales of what we have done, and those we have yet to do. You deserve what you get they say and it is true, it has been an absolute honour and pleasure, I am glad to be here, I am glad to bring joy to people who cannot find it. But I am no saint, I am merely more damned, more odd, more obstinate, more spiteful. I have nothing that isnt new or unique. I am who I am because of what you guys are, and to me. It works both ways. You all give me much more credit than I deserve, and I am touched. My battery has reached 3/4 stage. What a life worth living for aye. Thank you all.
Posted on: Sun, 06 Apr 2014 02:29:39 +0000
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