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Ahhhh…the romance of a small town.

Out in Grand Meadow. Nothing around but a church and a few bars. Ringing in the new year tonight with a couple of good friends, and a helluva lot of alcohol. It’s a bit past six now, and I’ll be shitty drunk in a couple of hours. There’s an amazingly sexy woman naked in a bathtub just a couple doors down from me…what’s that I hear on the CD player? Hmmm…Recovering the Satellites…Counting Crows.

Should make for an interesting evening.

Erin is an animal lover…let’s take inventory. 4 large large dogs, six cats, two birds, and a snake. Yep, they’re all here. This little house and a whole bunch of love. Gonna cash in on some of that love tonight if the mood is right…oh yeah, gonna paint the town green, the prettiest thing you’ve ever seen…

Here in Desperation.

I got my shackles on tonight and oh, they fit just right. Not too loose, not too tight. You see that pretty car in the driveway? That one’s mine and it’ll be gone by high noon tomorrow but if you’re lucky, I’ll see you next summer.

If I won the lottery I’d buy a ticket to Smoke City, drown my sorrows in a bottle of wine and wake up and scalp my Styx tickets to buy some breakfast. It would all be so cool. It’d be so right, hanging out tonight.

Ano Domini 2002. Right around the corner. Gonna sneak off at 11:59. Wouldn’t be right to break tradition…gotta be alone when that ball drops…always alone when it drops. Wouldn’t have it any other way.

I thought of him…the exit just past ole’ 69. Get off and take a right…head into town tonight. Kept on going though, gotta keep moving, always keep moving. Wouldn’t be right to stop, just a lot of heartbreak if you stop…and oh yeah, that just wouldn’t be right.

And now I’m stuck in this one horse podunk town. And it feels alright to me. It’s crawling under my skin as we speak…and that pretty lil’ girl is gonna open that door and come out in a towel. She’ll bring a smile to my face, but what the hell does that have to do with anything? ‘Cause I got my shackles on tonight. And really, that’s alright…I’m getting pretty used to ’em, chain me up to the headboard, tie me up to the bed…yours for the taking I am…

It’s her month for five more hours. Pretty lil’ December, waiting for January. The music is faint but if I close my eyes I can hear it, but when I do your face waxes with a vengance and suddenly my eyes have been sealed shut. We dance in my vision to a song that speaks of what wise men sing…and I figure…oh, I’m not rushing.

If I won the lottery I’d buy you the world, everything in it. But really, you can’t have everything…where would you put it? So now…I’ll wait, makin’ love to this beer beside me and bringin’ in the new year with a bang. Ain’t that the way it’s supposed to be baby? Isn’t it always the way?

Here in Desperation.