I forgot about this song by Counting Crows and since I am getting ready to move to NY and make Chezcadia my “summer home” (I’m very fancy, btw) I can’t help but think of how many times I’ve moved. It’s not easy being Bruce Banner, always trying to stay ahead of that pesky journalist and that army jerk.
But I keep moving. And while I know it’s for a good reason – I am friggin’ tired. And maybe this will be the last time. It’s gotta be. I still have a lot of weird outbuildings to construct at Chezcadia. Ima make me a compound and die in a shootout with the feds in 2055!
And it’s been a long December and there’s reason to believe
Maybe this year will be better than the last
I can’t remember all the times I tried to tell my myself
To hold on to these moments as they pass
Ugh. I’m tired of this.