Everything Everybody's Telling You Is Not True
Summer days weigh on every molecule of your body. Just heat and humidity and unpaid loans and street chatter and cheap food and phoned-in love affairs and unnecessary bar bands and hazy illusions of grandeur and all the things that just weigh on your body every single day for sixty days when good people should be doing good things for one another, arms wrapped around each other's shoulders, fists in the air, fists in the air, fists in the air, fists in the air, fists in the air, fists in the air, fists in the air, fists in the air, fists in the air, fists in the air, fists in the air...I would give up on everything with everyone if it wasn't for Jim. Hold steady.
