Visions along the way...

This is what happens when I listen to good blues... sober.  

You would think that after all these years I'd know better.

But I don't. I refuse to. 

Sometimes the blues are the only thing I feel, and that?

That is the most dangerous time there is to be drinking.

Not a terribly safe time to be painting, or reading poetry,

but a totally bad time to be drinking.