Fitting, since I’m loving this CD now…
Vertigo by U2
“The night is full of holes
Those bullets rip the sky
Of ink with gold
They twinkle as the boys play rock and roll”
In 2004 you partied so hard… you forgot how to count.
But I have managed to drag the laptop away from Chris and into bed with me, where I am furiously rewriting the first chapters of Flying Blind. I’m about 100 pages in and I will finish this rough draft before I go back to Jake’s story. Focus. Focus. Focus. And cold medicine.