Read my palm and tell me why do lovers come and go

Just posted some Soul Asylum and Gin Blossoms on my Tumblr and got hit by a wave of bitter nostalgia. You see, when I moved to Texas from Connecticut, I was squeezed between my then-husband and his dad in the front of a Ryder truck. The front of the truck (not the cab, the part where the stuff goes) was bashed in because my then-father-in-law had gone under a too-low underpass, and it was raining all the way down, so all our possesions got dripped on. We would drive late into the night, and then have to hustle to get out of motels before checkout time. I was scared and starting to realize that the rosy promises I'd been given to convince me to agree to the move were probably BS.

And on the trip, I had Soul Asylum's GRAVE DANCER'S UNION and Gin Blossom's NEW MISERABLE experience to listen to, over and over again. Realizing just how long ago that really was is just... well, a bit dismaying, really.