Poem: That Summer When 'She Talks To Angels' By The Black Crowes Meant Everything; Everything…

Thirteen years old, three strings on a three-quarter sized acoustic guitar and every hope in the world for so many things except for trying to make what was left of that instrument sing.

(Didn’t stop me from trying though).

Where the fuck has 30 years gone? I think if I scratch my head I can actually answer that – with only a few moments of utter embarras…