In the basement, tidying up my workbench, putting tools on their hooks.
At a truck stop, getting ready to go. There’s an impromptu music thing going on-I go to play bass, but someone gets there first. I get on the drums. Manager comes and we scatter-he starts talking to me. I go to fly kites. Erika comes, the truck heater is still on. We get ready to go, driving to south Indiana. Erika leaves the truck in gear, it backs up and falls over.
My exciting life, this place