From the depths of crap I'm trying to pawn off one thing becomes so blatantly obvious.
If we take inventory,
hang the stuff which supposedly represented who we were,
if we see how much we've changed,
how can we ever truly know who we are?
Today I am grateful for our potential, what we have yet to find.
(no, the purple pants are not for sale. Ever. you couldn't afford them anyway. I'll take nothing less than a zillion dollars for them but I will take a zillion because I'm a sellout)
If you're getting rid of the old and feel a need for something new Cory can help you out with music.