So yesterday as I was walking to work I lit up a cigarette and put my ipod on and David Bowie's cover of 'Waiting for the Man' dazzled my ear drums for the four minute journey. It's amazing how something so small like listening to my ipod would make my walk to work seem so much more important, but it truly made me feel like I was walking into a music video. Now I am sure to the average reader this might seem mundane and probably downright snoozefest, but I happen to live on a rather magical street I assure you and the journey was far from vanilla.
goodbye fall.
