What it was...
Nashville, 20 July 2013
I come out of the shower just in time to hear Sam say goodbye to the hot blonde he brought up to his room after the concert. They fooled around so much that, for a moment, it seemed I was playing games along with them.
The one I had went away after she took what she wanted and it’s better for me that way. Her thirst couldn’t be quenched and I didn’t believe I’d see dawn alive. This time, where she’d been, there was the stained and greasy box that carried spicy sausage pizza, eaten on the fly before we got going. Now, the smell turns my stomach.
I’m smiling because my arms are aching from training and even more when I’m thinking about how open-minded Nashville women have gotten these days.
Back when I was a simple boy from its industrial parts
