Your music makes me think of those night in new Hampshire. 17 years old, shipped across the country. The old folk chords that Paul, Max & Josh taught me. We walked across Abbey Road to the corner store for a pack of smokes.

Swedish accents, smiles from the hippies.. those thoughts make my eyes rain.

Devin & I jumped on a bus from Wolfeborro to the middle of nowhere Massachusetts. The whole ride I pretended I was on a tour bus with my band, headed to our next location.

James picked us up from the bus station & drove us even further into the woods. Those 18th century styled log cabins & frozen lakes. Snowmobile deaths, smoke a joint & wake up in 3 days.

For awhile we thought we thought we were Jesus. Invincible.

Cornered in the cabin's attic, flashlight acted as sun rays. Those dark times nobody knew what we were going through. Not even us. We drank enough Robitussen to cure a whole village. Those visions were beautiful paintings, acrylics. 

No dull moments when you're in the presence of a brain. Because our minds race like Ferraris, but never run out of octane. The smoke didn't come from marijuana. Our lives are volcanos, just waiting to erupt & fill the world with an energy that cannot be contained.

Your 4am talks about the universe are the reason I flunked out of school. Not because you gave me the wrong information, but because I was too busy applying your methods to my real life. 

If I could do it all over again I wouldn't, because I am too afraid that it was just a dream. High beams & soccer team crushes. My soul was hurt, but you & Bim were my crutches.

Funny shit, I never knew gorillas were real until I met you. I'll do you one better, I never knew happiness either. I was searching for it for a long time, long before GPS & looking for directions online.

Fall leaves look like perfect pictures & that's right before the winter. Snow storms lead to a perfect spring, high off life the air couldn't get any thinner.

Time.