Sunday, July 3, 2016

Independence Day

Here I am, madman in a cave, writing manically in the dark, Strand of Oaks blaring from the speakers, shut in from the world while literally every other soul in the nation is out celebrating in the sun, drinking beers and talking, going on boat rides, eating hot dogs and hamburgers, playing with fireworks. Here I am, because I fucking hate the Fourth of July. Here I am, in a place I've never known before. But it's alright, Ma, it feels like home here.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Zach,
    Are you a Simon and Gatfunkel fan?