I don’t drink bourbon all that often, not really. But yesterday? Somethin’ must’ve come over me.
I walked in the store just lookin’ for a couple of those little fireballs—quick sip, nothin’ heavy. But then I saw that bottle of Seagram’s Seven with that big, shiny number 7 on it. And I don’t know what it is about the number seven… always had a magic to it. Got that lucky hum. It caught me, and next thing I knew, I was walkin’ out with a bottle in my hand and no real reason why.
Tucked it under the seat of my car and went on about my business. Wasn’t thinkin’. Just stashed it like a secret.
The Case of the Missing Whiskey
This morning, the bottle crossed my mind. I figured I’d go find it, take the edge off the rain gloom.
But when I looked? Nothin’.
I tore that car up. Back seat, front seat, bags, under the damn floor mats. You ever look so hard for somethin’ that you start doubtin’ your own memory? I even thought, maybe somebody jacked it? But that felt wild—who breaks into a car just to steal a bottle of Seagram’s?
After the third or fourth pass, I dropped to my knees and dug way up under the passenger seat—and there it was. Tucked away in a little pocket I didn’t even remember shovin’ it back there.
I hid it so well... I hid it from myself.
Rain on the Roof, Blues in the Bones
I just sat there after that. Bottle in hand, rain dancin’ on the windshield. Too wet out to hit the street with my guitar. Band ain’t rehearsing’—drummer’s out sick. Ain’t nothin’ on the schedule today but the weather.
It’s one of those days where the world presses pause. The kind of day where time stretches, and all you can do is sit with your thoughts.
Sometimes, the blues don’t come loud. They come in a whisper. In stillness. In a quiet rain and a bottle that almost fell through the cracks.
Now That We Found It...
So I’m sittin’ here, starin’ at this bottle and thinkin’...
Now that we found love, what are we gonna do with it?
Let’s Talk
You ever lose somethin’ only to realize you were the one who hid it?
Ever have a day when the rain slowed you down just enough to find somethin’ you forgot you needed?
Drop me a line. Tell me what you found in the stillness.