Will Smith Was Right the Whole Time
It’s the first day of Spring! Prepare your Flonase!
The stinky trees of Nashville are blooming white and I busted out my crispiest pair of deck shorts. Watch out, world: The Calves are back.
And just in time for our Nashville show! We’re about to play our first show in our new town and we can’t wait! The Bowery Vault is about as charming of a venue as can be. It’s going to be an intimate evening of songs and stories. Get your tickets!
The story from today is probably Erin’s favorite. And it’s one of mine, too. I think I’m the happiest as a writer when I’m taking the smallest moment and breaking it open inside myself. I bet you can tell how much fun I had pinning this one down. But I’ll let you be the judge. Here is:
Will Smith was Right the Whole Time.
Here I am, in the place where I come let go
In Miami the bass and the sunset low
Everyday like a Mardi Gras, everybody party all day
No work, all play, okay?
-Big Willie Style
I could tell by her face and the arch of her back that there was no talking her out of it.
“Don’t watch if you don’t want to,” she said.
But how could I look at anything else? You read about these things in novels—see them in the movies. But you never think it’ll happen to you; that it’ll happen to the ones you love.
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