chest_rockwell

When our thirst raged hotter than water could quench, theyd take to the ancient well that keeps the souls of our past beneath its surface. When I took their dare and peered over the edge onto that black pool, one of them would slap my back and holler, See, there it is-Id see my own reflection. We each took our turn pulling to the surface another song, pouring out another story. Wed fill ourselves with desire to accept the next dare by gulping the cold elixir of our unique American heritage; part romantic, part psychotic.