if being poor means anything to you,
then i'll count my dimes darling because i have few.
i have songs that fill my head at a rapid pace,
books to the tons filled up on the sides of my non-existent bedroom.
with more cd's than any human probably should have.
i miss lucas johnson with my lungs.
i miss john horton more than i care to think of.
and i miss aaron fowler like i've never missed anyone before.
boys, all spread over the western terrain.
san francisco,seattle, and auburn.
i am in neither.
i am however, in a city that has led me to many new things.
need i list them, i may lose them so i will not.
and i don't know who this blog is for
probably no one
but being poor must be written about, sometimes.