Sorry to hear about your boots, man. My pair did the same to me once. Wasn’t California beautiful, though? I’m still out here.
Can I call you Eric? We’ve never met, but you sure seem to know a lot about me. I bet we’d get along.
Guys like us, man. Sinners like us.
I haven’t outlived Hank or Jesus just yet, but you have. None of us really know how much time we have left here. Knowing that has always given me a unique perspective on life – it’s precious and can be taken at any moment. It’s probably why I’m writing so much now. Making sure things don’t go unsaid.
What is it with girls, man? Heaven on the eyes, but hell on the heart. It’s never as easy as it looks. I’ve had it in the air once or twice. I’ll get the landing right one day.
I never lived in Carolina, but it always felt like home when I was there. Surrounded by family, it was home. The storms were the best – rolling thunder, lightning cracking over the water. I can still hear it. It keeps calling me.
To be honest, I never really liked your sound. I never even gave it a shot. I should have. During summer 2012 I heard Springsteen for the first time and couldn’t get enough. I started to understand what she was saying all along. Ain’t it funny how a melody sounds like a memory?
I’ve always learned the hard way, too, man. We’re fearless. We’re foolish. Can we learn a lesson a different way? I don’t know. I was close once, too. Not as close as you, but close. I didn’t have it in my pocket or anything like that, but I looked. I was really close.
Sometimes I think about what I almost was, if I had made a different decision or two way back when. The different paths I would have gone down had chips fallen a different way, what the present would look like, what the future would be.
You thank God. I’m not quite there yet. But I’m moving forward in that direction.
Come on home, boy.
Can’t just yet. But I plan to take it back one day.
Head for the future,
Run from the past,
Hide from the mirror,
And live in a glass,
What dreams forget the whiskey remembers
Not anymore, man.
It’d be too easy to curse these boots. I still got a lot left to fill.
DAY 6: ON WHY YOU’RE HAVING TROUBLE DATING IN YOUR 20′S, LADIES DAY 5: ON SUNRISES AND SUNSETS DAY 4: ON PARADISE DAY 3: ON SMOKE AND WHISKEY DAY 2: ON HOW CLOSE I WAS TO NOT EVEN GOING TO COLLEGE DAY 1: WHY I’M WRITING EVERY DAY FOR 40 DAYS