i was cleaning out my wallet late last night (i couldn't sleep) and out fell an old post-it note with handwriting i didn't immediately recognize.
about a year ago i had walked into a corner shop called Speakertree Records in downtown Lynchburg, VA. i was looking to replace my O album by Damien Rice with no luck, it wasn't on the shelves.
there it sat in my wallet until a restless night a year later.
"so i found myself a sweetheart
with the softest of hands
we were unlucky in love but i'd do it all again."
"to be lonely is a habit
like smoking or taking drugs
and i've quit them both
but man, was it rough"
i'm thinking that guy was right. thank-you, for the post-it.