Isaac’s playing his viola now, so I’ve stopped listening to the music. The viola seems appropriate, this is The June Brides. Earlier today, I was asked what sort of music I play at home with the three children. I replied that I rarely do, we don’t need the noise competition. Lauren likes to sing her rhymes, […]
Nothing’s more heartbreaking than being reminded of a time when you thought you had a future, even if it was a no-future, fuck-everybody, gonna-die by the time I’m 30 kinda future.
Damn. Damn. Damn. 1990 really was all right.