For a long time, I thought I didn't like country music. It turns out that what I don't like is overprocessed Nashville country, but I could listen to Willie Nelson, Johnny Cash, or Emmylou Harris all damned day.
Oh, Willie, you are the bittersweet chocolate frosting on my morning.
The stars are raindrops searching for a place to fall
And I never cared for you.
Oh that Spanish guitar.
Oh my scratchy underslept eye sockets.
And now it's back to the revision mines, where chapters 3 & 4 await my tender attentions.