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Off Into the Sunset

January 25, 2010

“I’m your worn-in leather jacket/

I’m the volume in your fucked up teenage band/

A pack of smokes and a six pack/

I’m the dreams you had walking down the railroad tracks”

~ “Don’t Take Me For Granted”

Social Distortion always paints such a vivid image in my head.  Then when I’m banging that same head against a wall wondering what future my life is supposed to have, it’s comforting to be absorbed in something else.  For a moment I can stroll down a railroad track in the middle of nowhere, scuffing at the dirt and enjoying the late afternoon sun.  And even though that moment has its own problems, I feel better.  It’s like watching a character walk away at the end of a movie.  You have no idea what’s going to happen in the rest of their fictional life, but you instinctively know they’re okay.  You know that all this crap won’t be the end of their world.  Then you step back and smile, because they’re gone.

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