PUBLIC ANNOUNCEMENT :
With holding the recent events from you has been almost as painful as the events themselves. First and foremost I would like to apologize for that exact thing. And secondly, everything else. As I am sitting at this table wondering what to type, the word drift comes to mind. I know that if you are reading this, you must have gave a damn. And I want you to know, as you are reading this... so did we. The answers to the questions you have thought or asked will not be found on this page, only an update filled with periodic apologies. Tarkington Prairie is no more for Derek, Cody and myself. We have done what I vowed to do more years ago than I can count, and what many of you have sweared yourself. We have left, we have succesfully and with much distress removed ouselves from that town and have been very abruptly jammed into an apartment complex. I would like to stress the word Complex. We now reside at 8282 Cambridge, just two blocks from the Astrodome and Reliant Park. 75 miles away from Tarkington, and what feels like many many more from the Shanty. Ever wonder what would happen to Neverland if Peter Pan woke up one morning and suddenly realized he had grown up? This is extremely difficult to deal with now that it is glaring at me from this hollow white screen... However, as horrible as all this was/is, you can never count people like us down and out. We do not quit. We do not give up. We will not allow all of this to quitely drift away, to fade within the lines of being lost. We do not surrender. I know this may sound a little militant, but drastic times call for drastic measures. Many things have been said, yet even more have been thought out, well planned and lost in that breath took to pronounce them. In the past few months the few things that I require in order to reach a state of happiness, of calm and confindence, have been severed. All I have ever needed are good friends and good music, and both of these things have taken quite the blow. Im miles away from the ones I love, save but a few, and a very well timed car accident has given me 9 metal pins in my left wrist, which have inhibited me from even lifting the wait of a guitar. But yesterday I did. And today I make an attempt to recover the things I have lost, now that it is in my ability. Things have changed, of that there is no doubt in my mind, and we have all faced many endless days and sleepless nights, and we may even be tired, whether or not we admit it. But the best dreams come at the state exhaustion that preludes death. They are the most vivid, and they are the dreams of which we have dreams...
I make this announcement to inform those of us who were/are confused about the current events afflicting five young people who wanted nothing more than to articulate thier indiscribable inner monolouges to anyone who would listen. I know you give a damn... and we do too. I encourage anyone who reads this to contact one of us, any of us, and tell us your opinion on the current state of things. We need to hear from you, we honestly do. It was your voices that inspired ours.
Clay
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