"you don't even call me by my name"

lately i've been having a little trouble getting sleep. 

i have a 3 day weekend in front of me, and i need it, let me tell you. 

a little too much weighing on my mind these days.

i remember the first time i heard band of horses. it was august 2005. i had dreadlocks and an attitude and was just leaving a serious relationship. 

with kesey asleep at my feet, i was drinking beers on my best friend's front porch; it was a perfect summer night in downtown fargo, north dakota...

it's alright ma, i can make it

it feels so strange to be in this room tonight. 

over a perfectly poured guinness he tells me he can't believe i'm here. 

that it doesn't feel real. 

he says i look half empty without kesey at my feet. 

he cried and held me the same way he did the afternoon i left the plains, like i was about to say goodbye. 

i ripped a dylan quote and told him all i could do is be me, whoever that is. 

he laughed, finished his beer, went after my king and put me in checkmate. 

sometimes i just want to disappear and let go for a few months. live out of the volkswagen and travel, well, whenever i get jetta back.