Tonight Luke and I took a boat ride with Grandpa on Spring Lake. It was so beautiful. We found an injured turtle and flipped it over. My grandpa wore a sun hat even though the sun was about to set. I jumped in the water once: we pulled into the bayou and gpa took a video of my jump even though I am a woman now. Thank god, because most things change but there MUST be something that can remain. Right?
Hum, hum, hum.
Bum, bum, bum.
Turn the boat around let's cruise until morning
and you can tell me everything you know
Today my grandpa told me "1 ah shit is worth 100 atta boys." I am actually not quite sure what he meant by this. Maybe it's backwards? I thought about it the whole time I washed my hair tonight. I have no clue.