About as far from redemption as I am from San Francisco I find myself lost in the bottom of a bottle of cheap bourbon. Downtown is silent, stained with the blood of idealists But uptown there's still life. Five mile to go before I sleep Clack-clack of train tracks Jarring consciousness to re...

It’s another of those sick nights in Seattle. The kind where you wish the music of other places blaring through your headphones would grab you and pull you through the floor. And these thoughts were coming from a time in my life where I thought and felt I’d been dragged down as far as I cou...