"Hood is up over his head and his knuckles are bleeding, our Christopher can't get to sleep. Poetry misses his lips but falls on his fingers, he draws a world he can believe."

Good friend of mine wrote a song about the house we used to live in together...the above is what he wrote about me....feel like I have to get this tattooed somewhere. It really does break my gangster ass the fuck down.

here's another song he wrote



If you are ever in Seattle and you come across a Big Sur show, you should attend and give the big bearded man a hug. He is beautiful.

love y'all

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