I brought a guitar. I brought a handful of credit cards. I filled a van and a trailer up to the top with shit that I'll probably never use.
I took 95 and then I transferred to the I-85. Took it to 441 South to North Ave. to Ruth and I drove through my backyard.
I could never understand why people can't begin again.
It wouldn't stop raining (we didn't have our key) 'til we met Helen and JJ at about 1 AM. They said, "From LA to London there is no other place I would rather live than here."
We had to unpack things just to get to the mattress and boxspring. Flopped it down in the center of our shiny new home, a blue house with no cable and with no telephone just a bottle of champagne and we popped the cork.
I could never understand how people hate the Minutemen, how people can appreciate it takes time to make something great. Yeah, I know. I'm repeating myself here. Yeah, yeah, I know, I know. I'm repeating myself again.
Shake the shakes away. If you're going uphill at a very rapid speed, Soon there's nowhere to go but down. So take the time to rise back up.
I could never understand why people can't begin again. Why people can't apprecaite it's okay to do something great. Yeah, I know. I'm repeating myself again and again and again.