Justification is my favorite word! →
A Cure for the Blues - Zebulon
I followed my heart and he lead me to a bar, a warm cozy bar with all the right record covers on the wall and old crazy intellectual regulars chatting about things most people don’t understand. I bought my heart a beer to calm his nerves and caught the eye of a slice of inspiration I met once. A fiddler on a Williamsburg roof on a balmy night in Brooklyn. Awed by the moment we chatted and...