As I sit in the pool, in what I honestly don’t know is the right side of the tracks or not. The whole city is the wrong side of the tracks you might say. I take a sip of my sweet tea and think damn I’ve become one of them southerns. Working on my tan in the yard because I can’t afford to go to the tanning bed, we are going to the big city this weekend to hit up the beach, in the city that new house was. Back to a place where I started on the right side and somehow ended up deep over the dark side. It’s hard going back but each time it gets easier and easier. Memory’s fade, people become ghost, and life goes on. Maybe I’ll get some insight on what I think I’m looking for. Until then it’s the weekend before 4th of July- I’m turning my music up to drown out the sound of fireworks and the train that runs outback… Seriously… 


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