When there are noises in the night and monsters under my bed I think of Chris Conley. Not in the way you might think. I speak of him sometimes as if he were a myth, a thing of legend, a spirit to conjure when the world seems unmanageable or even unlivable. What would Chris Conley do? Turns out, he would just let it happen. He knows there is nothing he, or anyone else can do about it. He is one with the universe and I envy that sometimes.
Oh, and he’s also in a band… we talk about that too.