Old and broken friendships..
Some of them evolve and get a second wind. Others have a harder time to launch. You never know what kind of ghosts or shit people carry with them for years.
Sometimes you do, and you stay away. Or walk away as soon as you see it. Give it a chance, but if it’s not working, let the dead horse rot where it lays. Walk away. Life’s too short.
No one knows what the deal is with Jane’s Addiction — at least not me — but it’s hard to see their reunion lasting.
Unless it was all a case of bad blow. Or expired meds. Or too much pesticide in the food or something. Then maybe they can pin it on the beaver and keep going.
Till the next blowout.
Or not.
It’s rock n’ roll baby.
From the bays of a gusty Pearl Coast
