Someday you'll tell these stories forever

I had one of those rare nights last night.

Without fail, and only when necessary, I have, here and there, managed to land in perfect moments. They are fuel to navigate the inevitable imperfect stretches of time that follow.

After last night, bring on the madness.

My brother Brannon is coming home. I have not seen him in two years. I’m coming back to Spokane to greet him off the plane. I’m also playing a show in Spokane for the first time in one year. I can’t wait to come home and catch up with Brannon, catch up with Spokane, and maybe figure some things out.

Onward, ever onward, you are always free to go.

Forward, pressing forward, bringing what you care to know.

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