I finally listened to Lana Del Rey last week. I’m listening to her music again today while I write some mind-numbing shit at work. She sings about musicians in a way I’m not familiar with. I know some, but not this well. Stuff about guitarists and getting high. Just lying around and moving in slow motion.
It roils up the innards in the way they used to get some years ago. Hell, five years now. Five years! What’s going on? I haven’t driven out to someplace for a long time now. I was so broke that I couldn’t tell I was at the bottom of the barrel. The light was way the hell up there. November will be a nice time for the desert.
I haven’t seen my grandmas in Mexico in a long time. I want to see them and avoid the rest of it. Being invited to bars, expected to be something. Maybe I’ll fly down for a few days next year. Maybe I’ll go lots of places, you know?