There are all the memories a person could want hanging on your wall. Pictures of the strangers that share our blood...pictures of us. The family tree ain't what she used to be. You say that it's your fault and for this I agree. You are sitting there crying about what? I do not know. You …
The boy…
The boy is gone tomorrow. Leavin' on a jet plane for CA. Somewhere outside of LA LA Land. Out of sight, out of mind. I took a nice parting gift from him...one he didn't mind giving. I'll just say that I liked him more than I am comfortable admitting and not enough to say more …
Dixie's Road Trip 