“Waiting For The End Of The World.”

3 a.m. in Austin. Still waiting.

Took a shower. Washed my hair. Shaved.
Put on clean underwear (want to leave a good impression).

Fed the dog.

Kissed my sleeping wife goodbye.

Deleted my Facebook page.

Ready.
 

 
Elvis Costello, 1978. Link courtesy of Exile On Moan Street.