Enter me: 19, high on regs purchased from a 17 year old Dota pro.
Faded navy jacket — check.
64 ounces of Mountain Dew — check.
Lip full of dippin’ tabaccy — you bet.
Crippling uncertainty — most definitely.
Sitting on the outskirts of my own life, watching the actors in the scene and wondering which one was going to yell cut.
Only by the Night was something else in that time. These fuckers just lined up, with their alternative southern “I’m a sensitive edgy soul” rock thing…and got me.
I may not have been screaming about how Ohio Is for Lovers anymore, but I was still pining for something I didn’t ever know I was missing. And Kings of Leon sang it right out of me.
Sometimes (most times) you don’t get the girl. The dream job falls through, the scholarship ain’t coming, and the only foreseeable future is one spent living your entire life within 10 miles of where you were born.
But if in that sometimes you are left with a bike and a chance to ride it through an empty, plastic town at 2am — ride. And maybe let songs like “Cold Desert” light the way.
(Song recommendation by Jon Johnson)