Written by G. Derek AdamsFebruary 29, 2012 Jazz Let’s skip to the part where I play my trumpet every night, and meals are on the house. Yeah, not a great day at work. Advertisements Share this:TwitterFacebookGoogleTumblrRedditLike this:Like Loading... Related 3 thoughts on “Jazz” that’s how my trumpet looks in my head. Reply Doesn’t it seem like time flows backward when things are bad, but fast-forwards when the good is going on. Sorry you had a bad day at work. 😦 Reply Pingback: Well, well, well. « Spell/Sword Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Google+ account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email.