Corner Booth

Alright, it's 2:45AM and insomnia has gripped me by the coin purse again. I've just made an executive decision on my next CD/Demo/Medium for Narcissism and this won't mean anything to most of you (for once). Those of you who used to come out to "Habit's" on Sunday nights when I first started playing will remember (hopefully) a song that I used to play that never had a name. It was affectionately dubbed "The Sad Bastard Song," (really as any given one of my songs could be). What? You don't remember? Well screw you then. Anyway, I was just looking through my first song book and found it and have decided that it has to go on this next catastrophe of mine. That's about it. I guess there really is no true point to this post because only about 2 people who read this would ever remember that song, but it's now 2:53AM, I can't sleep, and I needed to do something other than lay in bed, stare at the ceiling, and name my unborn children (consequently, my first son's name will be Arrow so that when he gets his report card it will read "Bowen, Arrow"; feel free to laugh, boo, or if you're from Cleveland, throw bottles at that joke). Alright, I'm off to attempt to name a song that I wrote about 4 years ago (sorry about all the brackets in this post but my mind is in like 20 places at once right now; and yes, I do get the irony that I apologized for the brackets while writing in brackets).
Much Love,
Bo