tales from an ordinary world

2002-01-20

I don't welcome summer into my house. Not "real" summer, with its post-30-degree sun and the feeling of tired droopiness that accompanies it. On the other hand, I won't be stopped, I won't stay in the house. I don't know whether it's just where I live now, or in general, but I feel like I just can't stay home. I have to go out and see things, I have to feel like I belong in the world. In my own little way, I guess I was born a ramblin' man.