Art Class

This is a post I have long wanted to write, but I wasn't ready to give up the kind of personal details that lie herein. Over time, I've gotten much looser with such details, but this one is going to give a lot of people some super huge clues. Now let's see if I can make it through without crying.

All My Friends

The ones who love us best
Are the ones we'll lay to rest
Visit their graves on holidays at best

The ones who love us least
Are the ones we'll die to please
If it's any consolation I don't pretend to understand

Once again, I go back to the lyrical well of Paul Westerberg and the Replacements. So much wisdom there. I've been thinking a lot about these lyrics lately. What I've been reflecting on is the last five years of my life, where it has gotten me, and what it has cost me.