Work is boring in the morning. But I do love not having to eat breakfast at home. Love dis’ deli. Not gonna lie, we were voted best Reuben in the Northwest .
My soccer mom Jeep. Once my brother and I are done fixing this baby up, suburban housewives will flee back to their mini vans. Taking back the Liberty with a vengeance.
It’s that time of year where my playlist consists mostly of Lucero, my glass is kept full to the brim, and my nightly prayers turn into a long list of questions. There is nothing a stereo humming Ben Nichols can’t fix.
BANJO BANJO BANJO. My banjo never fails me, it never leaves me, never questions where I’ve been or where i’m going. It sticks around, and stays faithful to my hands and my hands alone. It occasionally gets out of tune, or doesn’t sound the way I want it to, but ultimately that is my fault for neglecting it. It’s always here when I get home, and is ready to be played at any time. I love my banjo, and only other banjo players could understand this.
