She was there when I started and there when I had to hang up my cleats. She was my friend and I miss her. She may not have been the greatest of bartenders but I like to think that somewhere in heaven an angel is waiting entirely too long for his next drink.
Anchorage is always in a state of becoming, on the verge of becoming this really cool really groovy place that they would talk about as the beats and the hippies who came afterwards would talk of San Fransisco. Where the art, literary,music, or whatever scene exploded but somehow it never quite happened.
So I heard this old song and I'm like, yeah that's it the spirit of the thing and all
It was Summer broke ass Summer but the lucky ones learned something those lucky few learned something about us that we are that passion that thing in our very souls and when we choose to give of our selves well it is just .......... I had to resign, why? That would be tellingBe seeing you.
I don't really know 'cause that normal stuff was so very far from my reality but I'm hopin' I really 'em because my normal might not work with your normal "I AM MESSENGER AND i KNOW HOW TO DIE". Did I mention that I'm from Spenard and If you fuck with me I will KILL YOU! This force that I an has been unleashed, May GOD have mercy on your souls.
Feel the pavement when you bounce from it, hear the engine of a car roaring behind you, answer the static coming from your two-way, embrace the corner of the box that craves your spine while you´re carrying it in your bag, taste the cold and yet sweet taste of beer when it sparkles in your mouth.