Saturday, February 26, 2011
Spent many an existential crisis listening to this. Especially out the back of the family ranch; on the trampoline, with cigarettes and my faithful hound. My little dog, Bearsy, would cough at the smoke; but she stayed with me while we played this song on loop, and counted the stars, and dreamed about what we would do when we were 'well' again. I always believed it was written just for me. I still do.