Grounded, 5 AM

Once again, a Smith Family performance finds me in the back seat of a car service from Brooklyn listening to Willie Nelson in the small hours of morning.

Once again, the morning after (the morning of?) finds me waking from three hours of sleep still in my jeans, rolling a headache out of the base of my skull and washing down a fistful of pain relievers and antihistamines with Gatorade.

Ah, my sweet rocknroll life.

Did somebody say something about limitations?