Reality scores the homerun over you as you settle in and before you know it's one-up and it's up yours. Happy hour somehow smudges over into frustration hour but I guess it is an obligation to continue with transgression. And I just have to learn from square one to live and let be, and to rediscover who I used to be.
So sometimes it is nice to be the kid once again, as it all used to be.. :)
Narcosis shuffled to the claves at
01:17