Last Saturday night I was in a club on the South Side of Chicago listening to live rock music and talking to a guitar playing veteran of the music scene in the city. He looked and talked like the musicians that I recall from my childhood he was a thin cigarette smoking avant garde and interesting guy. We got to talking about a life in the relatively risky creative arts and he said Look you could get that safe job and spend your whole life that way but what are you waiting for When youre ninety-six years old and have three days left Is that when you decide to do what you love
Our love was covered in fur yet I was the only one who wanted to pet it.