I took a trip to Joshua Tree and stayed in the very room that Gram Parsons died in. I didn't want to stay in his room, but all the other rooms were booked.
I felt a presence when I walked into the room; maybe it was just the history of the place, or the fact that someone famous died there nearly thirty years ago.
I brought out a bag of almonds and tried to pry the bag open, but it wouldn't budge, so I reached for my pocket knife. I was thinking about Gram. I was mocking him for having a trust fund. He was just a rich punk kid I reasoned, while I held the knife in my hand. I cut into the bag of almonds, and sliced my index finger in the process. Blood started to ooze out of it. I quickly apologized to Gram. I guess I was being a little bit too harsh. I remembered that Gram's father committed suicide and his mother was a drunk; money couldn't fix that.
Gram and I got past it. All was forgiven. I sat down to strum my guitar. I'm working on a new song, and I thought I could use some help from Gram. I hadn't been strumming long when the words started to pour out of me. I wrote them down the best I could. I read them later. I'm not sure I can use them, they might be gibberish.
I felt a presence when I walked into the room; maybe it was just the history of the place, or the fact that someone famous died there nearly thirty years ago.
I brought out a bag of almonds and tried to pry the bag open, but it wouldn't budge, so I reached for my pocket knife. I was thinking about Gram. I was mocking him for having a trust fund. He was just a rich punk kid I reasoned, while I held the knife in my hand. I cut into the bag of almonds, and sliced my index finger in the process. Blood started to ooze out of it. I quickly apologized to Gram. I guess I was being a little bit too harsh. I remembered that Gram's father committed suicide and his mother was a drunk; money couldn't fix that.
Gram and I got past it. All was forgiven. I sat down to strum my guitar. I'm working on a new song, and I thought I could use some help from Gram. I hadn't been strumming long when the words started to pour out of me. I wrote them down the best I could. I read them later. I'm not sure I can use them, they might be gibberish.
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