I have been listening to a shitload of Sage Francis for the last few days to try and lift me out of this horribly, terribly, awful sad funk that I'm in now. It's helping, marginally. It helps while I'm listening to his music, because as always, the words resonate, and they express what I can't put into coherent sentences. Particularly Bridle.
Anyway, I sent him a message a few days ago telling him what's been going on, and how sad I feel, and how I'm listening to his music and it's helping me out.
AND HE FUCKING WROTE BACK TO ME.
Silver lining, I guess?
But I have been so tickled over this all day (I read it at 5 this morning on my way home from my birthday extravaganza. Which I will write about). I wrote him back, of course. I don't think he'll respond. But that's ok, he responded once, and it was thoughtful and kind and empathetic. And it was from Sage Francis. It made me happy.
Jesus Christ, last night was wild as fuck. I am on my way back out to go have drinks with Courtney and Anali, but here's a picture from last night, because I was drunk and awesome:
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