SOZ

I'm a firm believer that a person feels very few true 'passions' in their silly short being. Myself for example, can think of just under a palm-full. (this isn't meaning friendship in anyway, more of a ...go-after-truly-captivates-and-owns-you-feeling) one being skateboarding (opened my eyes to everything that shaped me into who I am today) and then MORRISSEY.

I spent tonight listening to all records, non-stop laying in my bed. I watched interviews, young moz, old moz, rude moz, and charismatic moz. I would be lying if I said tears didn't work their way out more than a palm-full of times.

I doubt anyone will ever understand what Stephen Patrick Morrissey really means to me.