"I'm a wanderer. I have no place or time. I'm just drifting on this lonely road of mine."

- Wanderer, Marc Broussard

I love Marc Broussard. I started listening to him in high school, and I always get back to him eventually. Today is a soul kinda day, and Marc seems totally appropriate. Why is it a soul kinda day? Well, it's just that, whenever I'm some place I'd rather be some place else. There are like three recent exceptions (Sharon, CT before I broke my foot, New Years Day, Coachella) I can think of, but otherwise, no. So truly, I have the heart of a wanderer, my friends. I'm thinking I should be a backup singer on a tour. That way I can travel all about. I thought about a cruise, but alas, I'm still scared of Titanic happenings. Some things never change. I also fantasize about cutting off all connections and living in the woods...or in a tree...to which I reminded my friends, "I'd only need like, a little bit of wifi." I miss trees.



And let this little song break your heart. Bye.