Martyrs & Maglites...

There's a girl on the Southside who claimed I always liked playing the victim. The truth is I hope I didn't catch the Death walking up to East Lake to hop the 21 over to The Turf Club. 60 pounds of gear on my shoulder and a tripod wrapped in plastic has to be at least minus 12 scene points. I'm never going to make it out of this hole and I kind of like it that way. The music was completely worth it by the way. Sleep tight, Longfellow. The big one is coming.