Locked-In!
My own headspace. My own inability to get out of what seems to “help”. It’s habitual. Like a drug. He’s a drug I can’t escape. My heroin. My life. My wife. Lou. He’s your bard. Sweet irony…
May contain a heavy dose of Jim Kerr
My own headspace. My own inability to get out of what seems to “help”. It’s habitual. Like a drug. He’s a drug I can’t escape. My heroin. My life. My wife. Lou. He’s your bard. Sweet irony…