I’ve been listening to a particular CD titled My Oyster and I believe it has helped me dissolve any excessive amounts of tar in my veins. The lyrics are like poetry and the music is a moving interpretation of the poem’s analysis. Both together are like inspiration itself pouring over my eardrums, soaking me in life and philosophy. It means a lot more to me in particular, however, because My Oyster was written, performed, and produced by Cory Cullinan, a high school friend of my brother’s who I believe really understands the pain of loss and the value of living.