Over

The world does nothing to build us up. Its sole purpose is to chip away and take until we have nothing more. When a man’s instinct is to tear himself down instead of doing what’s necessary to repair the damage, that’s it. The song is over. The game is lost.

Resume

Back in Austin after a few days in my hometown. Managed to sleep more than 6 hours this morning, and took my time getting out of bed and cleaned up. My coat still smells like cigarette smoke, and before I went to bed I had to clean my CPAP hoses and mask because they reeked […]