Hi Sleepy. This one drifts like an unnecessary car ride into town that turns into coffee left unfinished. From there we tumble back to 2006—binders full of tour dates, whispered phone calls with elk hunters named Kurt (or was it Koot?), and four people in a forest of 500 empty chairs, half of them heckling.

Out comes Mr. Green Branch in his too-tight green suit, a grumpy caterpillar refusing change, while I wonder why I always end up in tights.

Phones appear, disappear, reappear. Memory slips, blue light glows, meditation becomes a crutch, and suddenly sleep itself is just another improvisation.

It is what it is. What happens, happens. And right now, nothing is required of you. Just drift.

Sleep Tight!

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