Eddie Money is telling me he wants to go back and do it all over, but he knows he can’t. Time has gone by, and nothing can be the same.
I feel like him, sometimes this place feels so dry, so past its prime, it gets depressing.
“And I know you mean well, Spence, but you can’t always move with the cheese. Sometimes, somethings were objectively better before, and there’s nothing wrong with missing them.”
A Rennaissance of sorts is needed to put a smile on all our faces, like the one on the worm’s face that’s staring at me.
Hell, if Clifford was able to become a priest after his chaotic start, I shouldn’t worry so much.