This is about all the bad days in the world. I used to have some little bad days, and I kept them in a little box. And one day, I threw them out into the yard. "Oh, it's just a couple little innocent bad days." Well, we had a big rain. I don't know what it was growing in but I think we used to put eggshells out there and coffee grounds, too. Don't plant your bad days. They grow into weeks. The weeks grow into months. Before you know it you got yourself a bad year. Take it from me. Choke those little bad days. Choke 'em down to nothin'. They're your days. Choke 'em!
He is so underrated. Yeah his gravelly voice ain’t for everyone (although it grows the more you hear it) but his descriptions are something else! Amazing writer! Nothing but respect!
Bad days become good days when I listen to Tom Waits and his carburetor voice wails in a way that makes me feel like someone out there has understood those moments. You know THOSE moments when it just feels shaky and someone is with you to say, Yep. Been there.