whiskeywatermark's channel

Where is it you shall take me?

Same great taste, none of the ricket-a-racket-a.

Cry rock strikes again.

This old clock just winds off the dust.

Jackson. Wyoming, that is.

The story of how I'm that jerk who writes lyrics on napkins at bars and thinks he's really great.

Written during a long layover in Chicago.

The story of me, through the eyes of a couple of women I've dated. Dirty laundry aired, literally.

My first video, officially. No ham, just straight up cry rock. Note the latency in the video/audio sync. I'm working on it. Deal.