It’s kinda late. I’ve been thinking about Leonard Cohen again, man I love his stuff. Is it something about the music you listen to when you are a late teen? That it really sticks with you? I used to have a CD player that fitted into my coat pocket, I got the coat from an army surplus store. It was plain khaki with a nice cut, big pockets. So I’d walk around the park near my school in Cardiff, or around Barry in the evening, listening to ‘…so long, Maria-a-anne…’ trying to work out if I was depressed in some kind of meaningful way, or just a teenager.

This isn’t in Cardiff or Barry BTW this is a closed down Buffalo Grill near my work, somehow has the same vibe in the evening.

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