han

It's like my morning paper

walk with me.... tim, who before meeting with you, would rather die than tell anyone (other than brian because well.. brother was there) he used to play the banjo before he got stuck in this nightmare. not because he's insecure, but the other creeps don't "deserve" to know yet, assuming you're a fellow proxy/creep (or the rare possibility of being a civilian), and just constantly either 1. sharing his smokes, especially the good ol' Marlboro Reds, with you on the porch on a warm, summer evening 2. getting close... too close... thanks shotgunning the last cig because "what's the fun of "only" passing 1 cig back 'n forth 3. getting unexpectedly vulnerable a few late nights/early mornings tim wright, big papa T, would FOR SUUURE write down/memorize your favourite songs just to try to replicate it on the banjo. sure, if it ain't country, jazz, or blues it may sound a bit funky - but its the thought that counts? i also think he'd reluctantly - because he's a big softie - show you if you both happened to be buzzed enough from the nic + tipsy from warmass beer because well... ain't it just so impressive ohhh tim tim tim tim tim