The businessmen, they drink my wine; the ploughmen dig my earth. None of them along the line know what any of it is worth. -- Bob Dylan, All Along the Watchtower
I’m not crying, you’re crying.It’s fine. This is fine. Just my little girl going off to school for the first time. Nothing to worry about. I’m sure she’s in good hands.Well fuck.It’s fine. I’m sure it’s fine.
