My recent trip to Austin has longed for a sojourn. Here in this Ohio rain longing for the TX heat, the Austin thought and the desert bull. Look west young man. I did, hit the coast and turned again.
I landed at Bregstrom at 9:20, a quick Torchy's Taco and a fresh pack of Winstons later Hayes Carll stood before me on the famous Antones platform. Sing it to me Haye's, my life reads like an alt. country song and my soul like the novel of long before. The image of the Horseshoe brought a tear to my eye with the memory of the orange acid laden papers. The landing of the depression coupled with the wet. Whiskey never left my brain and nicotine still leaves a stain. The cancerous sore that invades my privacy and the love for which I left behind.
Hayes is the new black, thanks Eli, your one rockin lil' kid
