Welcome To My Bed



In my hands is a mass of metal and plastic and glass that is older than I am, paid for with money my father inherited from his father, and it has finally found its way to me after all this time of promises and waiting. I am fully in love.

Too bad I can't bring it to the concert tonight. I have a telephoto lens. I could have up-close-and-personal pictures. If Live Nation wasn't run by cunts.