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winter, lost

stomach aches

twisted in knots

anxiety

a fear and

depression inside

not wanting to

get out of bed

...

the boring time

short days of light

early darkness

cold, snow

only wanting to watch television

to be alone

rot away

from the inside

out.

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december winter night

storm

pouring rain

heavy winds blow,

howling creepy

like out of a horror film

power out

candle light fills the apartment

lay in bed,

eyes closed with headphones on

listening to the musique

Rich's country mix

songs of the ramblin' man fever

the lonesome open country road

Hank Sr., Haggard, Cash,

Waylon, Those Poor Bastards,

Hank Jr., and others

drift off, half asleep

dream

remember sunny summer

southern ohio days

the sleezy crew

Oldman Mattch, Rich,

Darrin, Billy,

there were others as well

sit in Rich and Darrin's

musty apartment

two stories above main street

circleville

drinking beer,

shots of whiskey and

smoking pot

camping at skatopia

in an old worn tent

campfires and beer

burning a van

swimming at rockmill

oh those longed for

haunting ohio memories

wishing to be there again

in that time

with my good old

country boys

long missed,

but never forgotten

Lazy Sundays

three years worth of sundays,

every sunday

from late mornings

to sunset evenings

old friends

and new

our own church of skatin'

cruise fast,

sometimes with a

can of beer in hand

grill outs

coolers filled with

cold beer

smoking grass

an old boombox

to supply a soundtrack

blasting it all

hip-hop, reggae,

punk, metal,

and country

photos taken

stories shared

pure freedom

carefree days