{Just proudly sitting on a tree branch circa 1993}
{My brothers. No wonder I ended up being a goof. Look at my role models}
{A photo my ma took a few years back in the woods by our house}
In 1993 I was 4 years old, rocking a boy haircut and goofy grinning left and right. A few states away, in Minnesota, these
guys were jamming away. 19 years later... I drove down Lyndale Ave and this song came on.
Beautiful. Not exactly relevant to my life right now, but a nice song to listen to on the way home from an evening with friends.
5 days until I'm home for winter break. One. Step. At. A. Time.
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