I sit back on my bed. Well my friends bed that I'm staying on. I write and read all day. I look at my thirty five dollar guitar that I bought with Dennis and Eric, I look at all my cloths on the ground. Some dirty from working on a roof. I look out the window and I see Oregon. It's raining lightly and I know later on I'll take a walk in it. I smile and think about the people I love and realize how many people care about me. It feels good.
Little Feat for music and coffee fills my vein.
Next week California and then who knows from there.
I'll see ya when I see ya.
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