I named my new guitar Eleanor after Eleanor Roosevelt and the more time I spend reading about Lady Roose, the more I fall into the discovery of our odd relationship.
I first became enamoured with Eleanor when watching the movie Annie. Later I found out her name was actually Anna. Today I learned that she died in 1962 on what would become my birthday 25 years later. I am figuring all of this out when I’m 25.
The world is mindfucking me. I’m sure of it.