This is it. The End of "Murphy's Law" as we knew it. This blog was a great outlet for my law school life, but lots has changed about my post-law school life, and this space hasn't changed with it. I could go into great detail about the changes, or about the very good things going on in this anonymous life of mine, but it doesn't feel authentic here anymore. So I guess this is goodbye - from here anyway. I will have a new blog, but it will not be linked to this one or any of my favorites, because that is the best way for me to write what I feel honestly, which is the whole purpose of a blog (for me). I'm a little bit sad to give this one up, but it's definitely the best way for me to move on and keep writing. Maybe you will find me out there. Not sure how one says goodbye to an audience of a few friends and a few lurkers - but I think the following comes close.
I don't know the sound of my father's voice
I don't even know how he says my name
But it plays out like a song on a jukebox in a bar
In the back of my head till it's weary and mushy
And in the cotton fields out by the house where I was born
The leaves burn like effigies of my kin
The trains run like snakes through Pentecostal pine
Filled up with cotton and fine slow gin
Oh Jacksonville, how you burn in my soul
How you hold all my dreams captive
Jacksonville, how you play with my mind
Oh my heart goes back, suffocating on the pines
In Jacksonville
The End, The End, The End
All the cars are lined up on a Saturday night
With the sky full of nothing but moon
And I lose my reflection in the bottles of wine
Till the morning comes down and I ain't nothing but you
Now the diner in the morning for a plate of eggs
The waitress tries to give me change I say, "Nah, it's cool. Just keep it"
I read up my news, I start thinking about her
And I wonder if anybody here besides me has got any decent secrets
Oh Jacksonville, how you burn in my soul
How you hold all my dreams captive
Jackson-hell, how you play with my mind
Oh my heart goes back, suffocating on the pines
In Jacksonville
The End, The End, The End
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Ramblings from a law school graduate in Chicago - and occasionally, from Murphy.
4 comments:
Awwww. Even though I knew you were doing this, it still made me a little teary.
You will remain the awesome person you are, no matter which corner of the interwebs that your blog-pen may start to scribble again. . .
Loves ya! Now come pick up some damn eggs.
"And I wonder if anybody here besides me has got any decent secrets" - this is one of my favorite lyric lines ever.
I'm sad to see Murphy's Law go and I will have a drink in it's honor. OK...maybe a few.
Love you
I will miss reading you, but understand why you're doing it. :)
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