I've been thinking a lot about Aztec Camera's "High Land, Hard Rain" turning 30. I've been thinking a lot about 15 year old me listening to it so damned intently, as if it was gospel and a primer about growing up, getting the hell out of the suburbs, and getting into the world. I have been thinking a lot about the remaining 30 or so years of my life (the fates willing) and how not to squander the time left.
My dad spent 11 days in the hospital with a blocked bowel. Seeing the tubes going in and out of him and seeing him so worn and skinny put a lot of things into quick perspective.
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