Heaven on a Landslide
Nostalgia is a weird beast.
Tonight it came in the cheaply wrapped form of municipal waste and Anthrax's cover of "got the time". Played for a particular pairing for a peculiar pair, it unknowably stirs high school memories of acid and narrowly dodged DUIs. A scrum of musicians brought together by two talents and three extras that were just REAL good at being fun and cool.
We miss those days, miss those little problems. Little problems who's ghosts still haunt our hallways, dealt with in more or less the same substance abuse. We can give ourselves credit though, exposure has brought us to an acceptance. What you'd like to look at as a happy medium. Appropriate reverence.
Reality is much different. Objective. Inescapably similar. Same beer in a strange costume, a hope that life gets bigger. A knowledge that we'll want to face it together.
We still always have each other...