You are the type of guy I used to get into trouble with in Chicago. Although you are also a Hoosier, you're that guy who would sneak up out of the shadows, wink his eye, and swing me into the next song.
There's a group of singers, some Drive-by Truckers, that I know. These musicians sing and play at the beat of lonely loose and wild night. There's an excuse in every song and a proud deliverance in each conclusion of their stories. It's just another town, or another lover, but tonight we'll pretend together.
You are that guy who can just "be". We might not know each other, we might not have "known" each other, but we are positive that tonight will simply be a recipe for fun. Two busted heads, beers, and dancing feet lead us to a wonderful explosion and memory we'd never forget. Good ol' fashion fun, just what we both needed.
You are that guy. Thanks for being so kind. It might turn into something bigger and beautiful, but just in case it doesn't, we still have the night.
Thank you dear dear Midwest for you're people and the good times you've instilled in most of us, because there just isn't anything or anyone like a corn raised, simply kind, sort of person.
(this is my favorite song)
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