Went to see Joe Pug in concert last night! He is the coolest.
With 5 (!) days left, I can't help but think about the future.
Joe has this one song called "I Do My Father's Drugs"
my favorite part goes like this:
if you see me with a rifle
don't ask me what it's for
I fight my father's war
Leaving home for the first time and everything makes you wonder about how much of you is you and how much of it is where you've grown up and the beliefs of your parents or your peers. Maybe sometimes we don't even know when we're fighting someone else's war. Are we condemned to fight the same things because of the way we're made? And yet.
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