My first kiss was at the bottom of a flight of stairs that reminded me of my childhood house. We had old creaky stairs and wide wooden molding on the doors and the doors were heavy so you could give them a good slam. And that’s were we kissed. In a way it makes perfect sense to me, because it was the only place i was comfortable with the only person i was comfortable with. Sadly, that was only a one-kiss engagement (okay, maybe two), and not a whole ton of things have made perfect sense since then. A thing here and there makes limited amount of sense, or plausible sense, or i want it to make sense, or i just suspend my disbelief. But i just want it to make sense.
By the way, in the paragraph i decided what’s going to be in the after-party Trio recording, so make sure you stick around to see how well i play guitar after being awake for 30 straight hours. Should be interesting.