So, just now…
So, just now I’m sitting in this coffee shop in Old Hyde Park, a trendier part of Tampa. It’s kind of overcast outside, it’ll probably rain sooner rather than later, and I’m trying to be creative. Trying to be creative. Failing to be creative. My head’s kind of a disaster, not that that’s anything new anymore. I’m surrounded by hip paintings of flowers and stylish shiny lamps, drinking a fuckin’ decaf soy almond latte, and none of it makes me feel anything good. Nothing feels good or beautiful, just hollow. Death Cab’s singing about following someone into the dark, and I’m – I don’t know.
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