HU&W

everywhere I go
I get the same old message:
hurry up and wait

air travel

arrive at airport
wait around for a long time
get on a big plane

asking for a friend

is there anybody sitting there
would you mind
if I placed my hand on yours
would it be such a crime
tell me now
and I won't bother you again
anyway, I'm asking for a friend

this city in summer

man, this just ain't no good
this city in summer
I'm melting and nothing can be done
it just ain't no good
a weatherman's bummer
I'm melting and it's no damn fun
gimme a beer
I need to stay hydrated
can you tell yet
that I hate it
man, this is fucked
this city in summer
I'm melting and nothing can be done

worry

I don't want to worry anymore
worrying is what I do
I worry about the world
I worry about the country
sometimes I worry about you
sometimes I take a great big breath and
try to be at peace
but my worrying won't cease
there is no relief

needing solutions

needing solutions
Iset out on my journey
it's the same old thing

Everything is a trigger

So, man, I'm so sorry I've been out of touch. A lot has happened, but I don't really want to go into it. 

You don't have to get into it, farmboy. I understand. I just presume you're off writing. That's a good thing. Isolating yourself, not so great. But you know the difference...

Sooner or later...

You're a good learner. If nothing else, I'm sure of that. What's going on?

Like you said, I'm writing a lot. Doing a lot of writing on mandolin.

There's a little challenge.

It's good to write on an instrument you're not very good at. It frees me up, somehow, if there are some kind of limitations set up. And if you're struggling to play an A chord, like I am, that can be good.

I saw Ry Cooder a few nights ago. He's my favorite guitarist, and he was so fuckin' good. It's really wonderful to get out, the summer's been so nice. Which is not to say everything's perfect, far from it. I still have that depression stuff most of the time. Sometimes I feel like I can't stop and think because I'll eventually wind up thinking about something that will make me sad. Everything is a trigger.

I remember. Are you still see your therapist, farmboy?

Yeah. It's a fuckin' miracle, man. Health insurance is a problem, but I have it worked out for the most part. At least for right now.

My therapist is great. I have great people helping me on this journey since the accident.

And I have you, too. Thank for being so understanding, man. I owe you.