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Heading off to Birmingham today for preliminary work.
Ate some darvocet before work this morning.
Listening to Tampa Red, 30's blues guitarist, white guy, they used to call him 'Tampa Red, The Guitar Wizard'.
"She shakes all over, when she walks... she make a blind man see and a dumb man talk... No matter how she done it, she done it just the same."
Feel disjointed. It's raining outside. Appropriate. I hope it keeps raining. I've gotta be in Birmingham before tomorrow morning, but that's all.
I just can't bring myself to care. If I found something interesting to do, I think I'd wander off. Maybe I'll miss that turn at Albequerkie (hehehe, yeah I know, I have NO idea how to spell that) and end up in California.
Ugh.
"Now you can't get the stuff no more, no you can't get that stuff no more, no matter how you try, you can't by it, no you can't get that stuff no more."
Well kids, I'm off to get some lunch and hit the road.
"Well, I'm going out west and I don't want to leave you behind... cause I'm afraid if I leave you, when I come back you won't be mine. You know what I'm talking about."
"What's the use of walking, boy, when there's a freight train a-goin' your way? If my mind don't change, I'm western bound today."
"You hear me talkin', and I don't mean maybe! That's all."