Crying when I hear Bob Dylan because I don’t wanna fuck up my chance to make an impact.

Crying when I hear Joan Baez because this last chapter of my life was so fucking good and I’ll miss its lush sentence structures.

Crying when I hear The Replacements because I’ll have a cigarette for breakfast and a plane ride for lunch.

Crying when I hear Alexi Murdoch because it’s not just a plane ride this time.

Crying when I hear Joni Mitchell because my parents finally get to see the west coast.