if you hold your string cheese stick and just bite down to eat it like it’s a slim-jim, I simply have no place for you in my life. #YouUnculturedSwine .
It was called “The Route 91 Harvest Music Festival.” It will never be called that again, but I see and feel it in every music festival anywhere in the world.
On this evening 9 years ago I made it home. Forever grateful, and always remembering those who did not.
We are still here.
I once asked a friend (a good one- the kind you never have to pretend with) why nothing in any of the places he’s lived ever looked new…
“If we just killed everyone who bled how many people would be left in the world?”
I sat down.
Quietly.