it's like a man's best party only happens when he dies.

can i take a moment to tell you how much i love City and Colour.

well, there it was.

in other news, its nice out. i want new faces. i have a notebook, i write letters.. to people who dont actually exist, and people who do. i think if someone found this, they'd know everything. when im done filling it up, im going to drop it on a street corner after crossing out any names. maybe you'll find it, or maybe ill pick it up in a few years down the road. by then, maybe the memories of today will be blurred inside the bottle i'll hold between shaking fingers. but hey, who really knows where the wind, water and hands will take this collection of notes. or maybe, ill drop it into your hands. then, when you notice the lock on the side, the keys down my throat, and thats it one last ride.