Trent . . . on my mind.

I got a very late start today, mostly because I didn't fall asleep until last night became this morning, but the way I see it, if you have to be awake staring at your ceiling, you may as well be thinking about Trent, eh?  I'll be honest.  The man has been on my mind a lot lately.  The Jenks/Trent short (which I've decided to call MILLION DOLLAR BABY) has shifted a few thing in my thoughts, and I need to make a few decisions.  That I'm about ready to start a new rough draft in a few months adds into it, too.

My morning is rapidly drifting away, so I'm going to leave you with a song I found a few years ago by the Foo Fighters.  It's always spoken to me of the hidden nature of Trent, and . . . Damn.  It just keeps getting better.