"My brain's the cliff, and my heart's the bitter buffalo"
When I was younger, my mom would tell me stories about her life on the West Coast; going to live shows with her super rich friends, getting drunk and going to raves, living on the periphery and being close enough to the music to feel like it might actually swallow her whole. But as I got older, I started to wonder if that life was ever as great as it sounded.
Like any child, I used to dream about living in her ... read more