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• Artiste: Endless Mike And The Beagle Club
• Titre: Lock and Keystone
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I've been where I'm supposed to be at least once or twice now. I always end up driving away the first day the weather gets nice out. Luckily there are only two seasons in Western PA, just construction work and snowstrorms, and either way they cause a delay so I'm always late for everything, but it's a great excuse, so i can't complain. I remain. I remain. I meet this guy who says he's lived here his whole life and now he's pushing seventy. He says he knows the name of everyone in this town who has done the same and believe me, there are plenty. So I said, "maybe sometime you could introduce me to someone who's lived here longer than you; whoever owns that house on the corner with the stained-glass windows and the pointed roof." He says, "I've got to warn you, He's a bit of a recluse. Maybe try the bars, buddy, that's what we do." I remain. I remain. Right now, I've got my wallet full of things that I don't need: my money and my ID and Laura's old apartment key. I watch the grass grow greener on the other side and it makes my eyes water when it gets cut. I leave my keys in the ignition, lock the door, and slam it shut. Maybe this will keep me away from college. Last time I went, I guess I never left home. I'd just wait for the weekend so I could still pretend I hadn't grown; hadn't grown alone, hadn't grown so small, hadn't grown apart. I didn't grow at all. I remain. I remain. I remain in the same state.