“My thoughts are whirled like a potter's wheel; I know not where I am nor what I do.”
- William Shakespeare
Mr. McCutcheon kinda captures how I'm feeling tonight - outside The Mink Hollow Roadhouse, the pines are whispering names I ought to forget. I thought it was just my fingers, all tangled in my key ring, when someone changed the lock to your heart - The Pitiful Dusk - even the Moon can't look me in the eye tonight!