The Damnwells

None of you would recognize me. I’ve cut off all of my hair. My friend Ryan says I look “emo,” so I suppose the ghost of Rock and Roll music, in whatever misappropriated form, is still contoured to my being.

The snow is really coming down, swooping and diving beneath the glow of the streetlamps. I remember standing out in the middle of the road when I was in college on a night just like this one. It was truly spectacular, snow falling and making everything quiet, everything slow and perfectly sad, like you want to crawl inside a Cameron Crow movie and die.

This was a good night.

Goodnight.