it's cold here in the mountains
y'know, kindling the fire sorta reminds me of my life... a lot of little pieces, burning in the fire, ashes blowing away in brisk wind. I remember being a child, bright eyed and innocent, and my teachers would tell us that we were kings among mice, paragons of individuality with the power to pursue our dreams! now i'm single, working as a gas station attendant, and still 50k in debt from art college. if i hadn't drunk so much maybe i could've finished my bachelor's in art history...
anybody want a hotdog