I was aware now, as ever, that between all people there were First Times You See Them and Last Times you See Them.

I was aware now, as ever, that between all people there were First Times You See Them and Last Times you See Them.

It felt as if we'd been to war together. Deep in a jungle, alone, I had relied on them, these strangers. They'd held me up in ways only people could. When it was over, an ending never felt like an ending, only an exhausted draw, we went our separate ways. Be we were bonded forever by the history of it, the simple fact they'd seen the raw side of me and me of them, a side no one, not even closest friends or family had ever seen before, or probably ever would.

Good bands you can kind of lose, then come back and realize they're still good.

It’s easy to be yourself in the dark.

Funnily enough, it is the subject one dreads talking about at length one ends up talking about at length, often without the slightest provocation.

It’s got to be some kind of cult. Anyone offers you Kool-Aid or a hot shower, say no.