Because He's Living In Some B-Movie

Where the lines are so clearly drawn.

I fell asleep after work earlier, and somehow woke up browsing at Good Records and listening to traffic outside. I remember thinking this is the exact time of day I fell asleep in New York as it is here right now.
Pangs upon waking.
Right now I'm listening to Camper Van Beethoven, something I would do on any long car trip between home and Denton. It was during my stint of learning that I was going to call Denton home more than Big Spring that I feel in love with Key Lime Pie(1989) and Our Beloved Revolutionary Sweetheart(1988).
I pine. I know I do. People around me know I do.

And that makes me think of all the things going on in Denton right now, with Fry Street basically being mowed over and the inevitable waves of commercialism that are rolling in. For a long time Denton was that beaming star of independence, forget Austin. You could buy the same records there, eat at the same restaurants (The Green House) and go to the same parties that were happening down there.
With Alter Ego Vintage becoming the next husk, along with Kharma Cafe, Mr. Chopsticks TJ's, Uncommon Grounds and The Tomato, it seems that my home has left me, not the other way around.
Not to say I wouldn't move back to Denton. It's a thought that pops into my head quite often.
I dunno. It's an off night.