While most people my age are trying to get their lives in order, I’m doing my best to shake mine up.
To hell with stability, security and a freaking desk job. Let’s get excited about random things, fly off to nowhere, get hopelessly lost, dance like fools, fall on our faces and pick ourselves back up all over again. Who’s with me?
I put together the piece above after Kyle told me that one of the few things he remembered after a Happy-Horse-fueled gig/party was my hair just whipping around to the music. So, that’s it. I’m just going to be a blur of chemically-fried hair flitting (or more likely, tripping) from one spot to another, following the bright lights and the beat.