When June Picked David

I can’t remember whether I heard the story of when June picked David while I was listening to Whiskey Lullaby or if maybe I had Johnny Cash’s cover of Hurt playing.

Can’t tell you why it reminded me of a meal at The Keg from 2013 or maybe it is because I can relate to Hurt.

Maybe it is because I have had this sneaking suspicion about why I have been kept at arm’s length and the refusal to have any conversation.

Sometimes you don’t need to ask questions because you know the answers already and you have to figure out what to do with them.

Maybe you decide to be angry or maybe you decide you’re sad. Hell maybe you’re just sad and angry with a touch of disappointment.

But that is what happens when you are one of the drifters, unless you choose to pick up an oar and not do so any longer.

Reminds me of how funny social media can be and how settings to block others can be removed because the social media company made a change that you might not have wanted to make.

One moment you think no one sees and the next you know someone does and then you have to make a decision.