This was one of the first songs written for Put Your Ghost To Rest, somewhere in the winter of 2004/2005. I remember sitting on my soon-to-be-girlfriend’s bed at the time and starting to play it really quietly while she was getting ready for us to go out, and I remember her stopping and being really still and then asking me what it was. It was and is one of my favorite songs I’ve written; I see it as sort of a corner turned. It starts with a drug deal and ends with a beginning, a shot at love. It’s on one level a song about writing, about growing dissatisfied with the sort of faux-salvation the fucked up artist person looks for in his art, telling the truth in song while being reckless, unfair and irresponsible in real life. This was a pretty messy and intense period of my life, and this song helped me start to bridge the gap between being honest in my work and making a concerted effort to be more accountable and honest in my day to day.