Season 2%

Season 2%

I was “let go” from the dairy a while back. They didn’t give me specifics, but I don’t have enough fingers and toes to count the reasons why they may have fired me. It was best to just walk away. So I took some time to go beyond the milk, and find myself.

After a long time gone, I’m ready again to deliver milk and music. While I was gone the last thing I wanted to do was to speak into a microphone, singing seemed fine though. You ever hear yourself talk? Gross. Also, I got a dog, so taking care of him seemed to fill that nurturing void I use to fill by tending to all of you. But I’ve built up such a pile of songs that I’m dying to share in the home of rock and roll, so I went out and got my own truck. 

Now I’M the boss. So you all have to play by my rules. I know how before when I’d pick you up I didn’t give a shit what you did, but now that it’s my property there will be no romping around. Respect my space, and I’ll continue to share bootlegged content with you. It’s good to be home.

Love,

The Milkman