Ozzy burned his whiskers on the stove several weeks ago. They grew back as weird as he is.
Headed to the heights.
Laissez les bon temps rouler.
A drawer full of snow.
Carrying.
From one place to the next.
Free chair on New Street if you’re looking.
Monday mornings.
I was looking back at old picks from when E was just a few years old and thought about how I don’t want to look back at now in 10 years and wish I’d listened to this song.
