Some People Mean More.

You know what I'm talking about.

I've seen the LORAN station up by Cross Island, looking for all purposes like an alien invasion force, stark towers blinking red deep into the night, and I've seen a thunderstorm barrel it's way across Indiana and I've seen the mountains meet the sea in Alaska. I've seen the cathedrals of Europe and eate4n fried chicken in Georgia. I've driven from one identical mall to the next in California, which helpfully explained all the loonies out there on Venice beach. I've been to Yosemite, Grand Teton, Glacier, Cascades, Tsongas, Volcano, Yellowstone, Badlands, Grand Canyon, and any other National Park you care to mention. I've vomited for three days straight in Germany, and destroyed a drinking contest in Dublin. When I'm not around, I'm probably off devouring worlds. But why should I leave?

Some people are better than others, some people mean more.

Who do you want to trust, me or some other asshole with one hand on the steamwand and the other on a keyboard. You have no trouble with me saying that Arcade Fire is better than Velvet Revolver, but somehow this troubles you?

Some people just mean more.

Some people can make anything better, can make the lamest thing in the world an adventure, and can destroy the bitter distractions.
















Now if only Scott were here.