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A Simple Plan

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While I sat here, thinking of what to write for your birthday, it dawned on me that no word would be powerful enough to even come close to explaining just how much I love you and how you have changed Wild and my life for the better. And then an idea popped into my head, a gift. The only gift that could say all I wanted to say to you.

So, I waited for you to fall asleep and sneaked out of the house. Then I grabbed the first portal to Nashville and waited for the devil to show its ugly face. I was not expecting it to look like Oprah, but now, with hindsight, a lot makes way more sense. Anyway, here I was, ready to get my soul and offer it to you.

The devil sucks. Since none of my band maids were there, the show failed, which, to my understanding, was the point, but no, you need to be mediocre, not fail. Seriously? Okay, I said, fuck it. I'm not giving up so easily. I left the band and started a new solo one. Take that technicality! I redo the whole process and...

You need to wait 23 hours to try this again.

I hate this fucking world!

So, here I am, back in London and back in our band. Having been unable to get my soul, and yet having found a way to get it crushed, all at the same time.

So, all that is left for me to do is say that I owe a soul and that I love you more than words could explain.

Happy Birthday, Soledad!

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