So don’t ask no questions. Too much truth can be bad.
Carolee DeanStichwörter: dylan-dawson
How do you know where a story begins?
Carolee DeanStichwörter: dylan-dawson
What happened?”
“I tried to be somebody different from who I am and it didn’t work out.”
“The world ain’t set up that way. Folks say we oughta be better than we are, but deep down they just want us to stay in our places. With our own kind.
Messes up the natural order, otherwise.
Stichwörter: wade dylan-dawson
Are you a virgin?” I asked, “A virgin who’s gonna tear out my heart?”
“Yes … no … wait.” She looked at me. “I’m not going to rip out your heart.”
“Thanks for clearing that up,” I said
“Is that okay with you?” she asked softly.
“Okay with me?”,“No, it’s not okay at all,” I replied.
“Why not?” She looked down at her toes.
“I want you to rip out my heart.”
She smiled, pressed her hand to my chest, and said, “I could never do that.”
You already have, I thought as I took her hand in mine
Stichwörter: jessica dylan-dawson
Who cares about my voice? There are more important things going on in the world. I want to make a difference. I’m going to law school. I want to become a public defender.”
I couldn’t believe she’d give up singing to work with scumbags like me. “By the time a guy ends up in front of the judge, it’s too late to make a difference.”
“It’s never too late to make a difference,” she said.
“All I’m saying is that with your music you could have an influence on people before they end up in trouble.
Stichwörter: jessica dylan-dawson
listening to Pastor Bob talk about mercy and redemption, I am filled with hope. Not the kind of expectation that comes from knowing you can pull yourself up by your own bootstraps, but the trust that comes from utter failure, from knowing you are pathetic and small and you’ve got no place to look but up.
Carolee DeanStichwörter: dylan-dawson
I used to think that words and music could change the world, but look at the people who have made it. You see their faces all over the tabloids talking about their latest stint in rehab
Carolee DeanStichwörter: jessica dylan-dawson
I won’t offer you a tired admonition to avoid my path. I won’t advise you to stay on the straight and narrow. I won’t suggest that you make good choices. I won’t even tell you to do the right thing. You can get that kind of advice from teachers and parents and TV evangelists, and if you are like me, you wouldn’t listen anyway.
I just make one suggestion.
Know what path you’re on.
Stichwörter: dylan-dawson
Want me to drive?” Wade asks. “I won’t take any detours.”
I slam on the brakes and come to a dead stop right in the middle of the road. “Sure. Why not? My life is one big fucking detour,” I yell. Then I bang my head on the steering wheel and I can’t help it. I start to cry.
Stichwörter: wade dylan-dawson
Hey, aren’t you that guy who fixes cars?” Katie asked,
looking at my grease-covered work pants as if she couldn’t believe I ever left the garage.
“Yeah, they let me out every now and then,” I said.
Stichwörter: dylan-dawson
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