This Fall, most chicks bust out their tall leather boots, their precious sweaters they eat tubs of ice cream in, and scarves. I am afraid to inform you this is not what Fall has in store for me.
A wise man named Justin Timberlake gave me an idea. This fall instead of bringing sexy back, I decided to bring my congestion back. My sinus' are aching to the beat of congestion and all my mornings have consisted of hacking loogies whenever possible into a small white bowl (sorry mom). Essentially, my immune system decided this one more me. Either this shizz is allergies (I HOPE NOT). Aside from allergies I'm denying, life is good. Each fall morning breeze awakens me more than the next. The October night sky captivates my mind out of thought and into the now. My ukulele has been out of tune for about a week now, so I've turned to playing the guitar. Talk about a monster. Transferring what I know on the tiny one of a kind uke onto my Dad's old guitar from the 70's has been going swell indeed. If my one, very proud callus could talk it would be singing Bob Dylan. Adios amigos.
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