Busier than a one-legged man in an ass-kicking contest.
More folks fighting the odds than on payday in Jackpot, Nevada.
More shit to work through than the squeegee man at a hog farm.
Sometimes life throws so much at you that you don't even know where to begin. This time, life's taking pot-shots at friends and family, leaving me alone but fucking with damn near everyone else I know.
All you can do is all you can do. Help out, be there, keep your own shit together.
Treading water.
Meanwhile, dig this track:
http://www.myspace.com/builttospill
That's right, chirdrens, new Built to Spill is finally visible on the horizon. Keep your eyes peeled. It's gonna be a good one.
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