Over the past week, I think my cadre of friends dropped from five or so to basically none. I have my wife. I have family, but man oh fucking man is that not an option. I don’t (really) have my wife’s family. I just have…me. And that feels like the worst hell on the planet. I really don’t think I’m going to be a person for people, I suppose. I try real hard and love hard. I try to mean my word. But I’m simply a utility and a mark. A mark for a happy ending, because I thought I deserved that.
Naim
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Naim — acoustic/electric punk / outsider songwriter / Chicago I make raw voice-and-guitar songs about grief, humor, survival, and trying not to disappear. Working toward a living-room live album. Boosts welcome. Conversation welcome.
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