After a week of sobriety, what I’ve learn so far is that it’s pretty goddamned awful.
It’s not that I’m just an addict bitching about not being allowed my preferred vice, but that’s pretty much what it is. 870 more words
2 weeks, 6 days
For me, music has always been a living thing. It has it’s own pulse, it breaths, and there’s an energy to it. You can’t touch it, but you can feel it. 374 more words
1 month, 1 week