Special thanks to my sister and to the man on the mountain radio and to the mountains themselves

Wyoming - 35 mi

Lyrics:

There's no room for all these thoughts in this shit hole apartment
But I know the way to your house like the back of my hand
And these days that's the only familiarity I have left
Crank the dial on the radio and leave the rest of this behind you
Just remember to take my Honda this time

We're out at 3AM chasing starlight and IHOP Deals
Push the statelines till we run out of gas, throw our money at every meal
And we'll poke fun at the Rockies from the cheap seats on the bleachers
Swapping stories in the parking lot, like we used to back in high school
Not much has changed beyond student loans, but this town is unrecognizeable
Forget Washington or Vermont, it was nice to have you around

Thanks, Dick Buzzeli

Lyrics:

You said these were your favorite kinds of days
And they were mine too
And your heart beat like some sneakers in the wash
But you said you were fine
So I sat and tried to appreciate how our hands intertwined

Now I'm driving down I-70
I don't know how to get back to you and I
Oh I know you were right
Make the same mistakes in 5 years time
I look myself in the eye through the rear view
Remember you are not inches away from anything

Dalkowski

"Arm your pals with their own torches"

A thing I'm working on among things to be worked on

Spider - Man 🕷

Watch one person figure out how to play guitar in a actually creative manner. Glad you could be along for the ride

Soleil Smith