A Long Walk Home

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Hey pretty darling don't wait up for me gonna' be a long walk home.

Yep, went to see Bruce in DC last night and turned around and flew right home to go to a wedding.

I wouldn't have gone had Carrie not been the one waiting for me on the other end.

My Friday started with a text from her that said Happy Bruceday

Of course one of the amazing things about it all is that as life has unfolded I have lectured myself on doing things that are fun and worthwhile. I haven't done it as much as I wanted.

Making the trip to DC was definitely worth the effort, of course.

You see, I've grown weary once more.

Your eyes grow blind and your blood runs cold. Sometimes I feel so weak I just wanna' explode.

The talk of the presidential election is wearing on me. People shouting at other people. A house divided. There is a lot of talk about people on food stamps and welfare tearing the nation apart.

I am of the firm belief that the problem is on the other end.

Who do you think is paying for Madoff and the others like him?

Stealing way more cash from the top, folks.

Yet the ground swell of aggravation comes from the bottom feeders.

Get to work! Stop buying beer and cigarettes!

BAH!!!!

And I'm a mess yet.

Went to the docs earlier in the week. The hip is shot. Back is sore. Leg goes numb. Still working on it. Swung a golf club.

Won't do that again.

It's gonna' be a long walk home. Hey pretty darling don't wait up for me, it's gonna' be a long walk home.

It takes a long time to fix shit once hearts are broken.

There won't be any easy answers in this country when January rolls around.

Either way.

Work is there. We all need to step it up.

Control the top and control the bottom and let the working class slobs make the corrections.

I just wanted to be spontaneous and stand and cheer for awhile.

Tramps like us, baby we were born to run.

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