Sometimes all I need is the air that I breathe
And to love you
All I need is the air that I breathe, oh....
-The Hollies
You have to sing the above, but WARNING: this song has become my constant earworm for the last WEEK! Damn you Hollies!
He ain't heavy, he's my brother.
It's the day that I go to the bank and send my brother his inheritance money, quite a chunk but not enough for either of us to retire on...
Which makes sense, Dad believed in the work ethic...
I had a dream though, that I was going to the bank on my bike. It wasn't Lopez. I got lost and came upon a line of men, held up watching an arrest of some kind happening under a freeway bridge. I asked for directions and they very politely took my bike and started to lead me in the right direction. I had stuck my shoes in the sand, so I ran back to get them, noticing that they had left their shoes there as well. Then, I couldn't catch up with them. And I realized they didn't wait for me. They were robbing me in the most courtly gentle way, leaving even their shoes behind, white tennis shoes.
I blame it on the ice cream I ate last night, too late and too much.
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