full of pretend pain.
and that's its beauty.
When the early sun shines
and the poor, sturdy decay. The city birds chirping, sound happy to me.
as a joke, I road a two thousand dollar bike as hard as I could.
And a spare one in the pit.
What was important to me?
I drank hard cider, and cheap Mexican beer.
ate in a "miracle"
I slept with a dog.
and I have to say, as great as it all was, and is, I'm disappointed in myself,
for how I am human, and for how I raced.
city street I drove
I hit, made me think.
I've been hungry, poor, lonely, not fairly treated.
Nothing like you.
I think if i'd won. I'd like to think. I'd might of felt worse.
I'm sure I'd see more. From the elevation. Atop the podium.
I wouldn't of seen it if it weren't for you.
I do love you Charm City.
New Bill Callahan - "winter road"
Archer the bed fellow.