crazy

You're allowed to be crazy about things - right up until the very second you die - and maybe after. You're allowed to be crazy about people and music and cars and the way the creek hugs the road. You're allowed to love beer and to be nuts about simple things like Sriracha and new bands that are 20yrs younger than you and sound 20yrs older. You're allowed to buy a new jacket and fix an old car and get a haircut. You're allowed to write songs and get so drunk you don't remember anything past 7 o'clock. You're allowed to speak your mind and you're allowed to tell people they're being mean - and you're allowed to be mean. You're allowed to be in love. Don't let any poor bastard tell you different. You're allowed. You're allowed to spell things wrong and write bad stories. You're allowed to be mad about politics and you're allowed to be wrong. You're allowed to be an atheist and you're allowed to cry when you get saved. You're allowed to remember everything - EVERYTHING. You're allowed to remember everything - everything that has ever happened to you that has anything to do with anything - you're allowed to think about it. You're allowed to be ok.