Apr 17, 2020

Although I know you can't hear me, I'm in a constant dialogue with you, my son. 

I explore the term "junkie" I discuss your sister, aggression, shame and my loop of grief. I check my phone every morning seeking you.

I go deep into my thoughts about our slavery to our drugs and how sad i am that you destroyed yourself.

I reflect on pieces of the past and I make these sound paintings with you in my mind. I come to some strong opinions.

We play guitar together...listen.