Thought of the night...

You know, ive thought alot about things when i was on the road. And as much as i love music and traveling, and as much as i might bad mouth this town, at the end of the night, theres something specail about coming home, grabbing a bear and sitting in the backyard looking at the stars. Because as much as i may not like to admit it, so much of my life has happened here. My first kiss, my first love. I learned how to catch a baseball here. I had my first dance here. Ive seen many sights all around this country. Ive seen a falling star in Ohio, i saw an eclipse in Florida, and Ive seen the worlds most beautiful sunrise skyline in New York. But here- there are the smallest, but greatest treasures ive come to find. sitting on the top hill of Longacre and counting stars, climbing up on the roof of PetsMart and looking at the whole carnival they put up in the Walmart parking lot, and even going to see a crappy movie at the Lincoln and going across the street to the Dreamy Creamy to eat ice scream and laugh with friends. I love music, and i look forward to going on longer and longer tours, but its always good to have somewhere to come back to, even if you dont have someone to come back to...