Tuesday, July 24, 2012

O FATHER, MY FATHER.

Why must thou torment me so? You tell me of your grand plan to venture to England and Wales without a date. I do not even know how long jealousy shall gnaw at my soul. The only thing making me feel better is my impending fourteenth birthday and the completed Civil Wars album.

Ah, well. Life goes on, regardless. Take many photographs and eat bangers and mash at one of the pubs the greatest wordsmiths of all time frequented for me, please. And do enjoy the indecipherable Welsh while you tour there.