I sometimes find myself on the bus lost in my own little iWorld. And then I hear those unmistakable opening chords to Mr. Skynyrd's opus. And I think to myself... I can't do this right now. My stop is coming up and I'm already late for work. I can't NOT listen to that whole damn song. All 22+ minutes in length. (or however long it is ... fuck off, Rainman). And I feel guilty. I feel guilty for jumping ahead to the next song. And it stays with me. All day long. The betrayal. The regret. When will my next opportunity come? My next chance to be free as a bird now. Lord, knows I can't change. Could that have been the last time my ears would ever Ronnie Van Zant's croon? I sure as hell hope not. And to think that I skipped over it only to hear some fucking Smash Mouth song that I KEEP FORGETTING to delete from my ipod. Gods Of Southern Rock... give me another chance.
-Jonesy
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