I was raised in a river town, and we slid through the culverts beneath low water crossings, down whitewater rapids in our jeans, etc, but a certain friend of ours outdid us all with his nerve to jump off the tallest bridge in town — and left us to tell his stories.
-Buck via Consequence of Sound
Black smoke hands divide heart from hollow
The white behind the white swallows
He had hills inside, Iris and Holly
All of twenty skies, Johnny
Johnny Robinson, king of the K-Town crawl
Jumped the Front Street Bridge with a broken paw
Momma’s only boy, his father’s seventh son
Swan dive to the cannonball