A few doors down in Northside
Chilly gray skies go down much easier sharing a warm lunch with a friend. We determined I am losing my mind as I keep thinking it is Monday.
It feels like Monday.
Afterward I exhausted a gift certificate at the record store, picking up some stuff I’ve been digging on the download. (Iron & Wine EP, Death Cab EP, some Mike Doughty double album thing and a used copy of Lou Barlow’s Emoh).
Tori Amos doesn’t touch me the way she used to. I let her sit there in the rack with her pretty face on the cd cover. I’m not big with airbrushed mugshot album sleeve art. I’d much rather see a multiple exposure of her writhing hips on a piano bench. But that’s just me.
Walking back I detoured from the normal path and caught this row of houses under what looks to be rehab or abandoned rehab.