Well, I've been listening to my gut since I was 14 years old, and frankly speaking, I've come to the conclusion that my guts have shit for brains.
What came first, the music or the misery? People worry about kids playing with guns, or watching violent videos, that some sort of culture of violence will take them over. Nobody worries about kids listening to thousands, literally thousands of songs about heartbreak, rejection, pain, misery and loss. Did I listen to pop music because I was miserable? Or was I miserable because I listened to pop music?
On to other things... My apartment is right above where a coffee shop used to be a few years ago. They have now moved down the road a bit, and I try to go there every weekend. Anyway, a few years, during one of my sister's visits to the area, the family and I came up here to H-well one reason or another...I think it was a visit to the photo gallery that my dad was establishing in town with some other photography folks. My sis and I decided to grab some coffee at the coffee shop. I find it interesting how the same place could have different meanings for you from one time to the next. Who would of thought I'd live in the same building years down the road? I certainly didn't. Life is a great road to travel down, but it's the intersections I find most appealing.
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