Place holder. A reminder that I'm not dead. I've had a lot on my plate recently, and a lot of stuff to think about. A lot of plans to make. A lot of alternate plans to make when some things implode and go to shit. We'll see. I've got the itch, and it's not crabs this time. I'm feeling like a big fish in a little pond; if I can just jump this embankment, there's a big ass lake just on the other side.
Here's Frank Turner