Turn On Your Heartlight

Just takin' a jog in the rain and listenin' to Sublime, I was pretty content.  And while I certainly couldn't run forever, I felt compelled to try.  Stay out there in the warm drizzle and hear someone shout songs so good and so simple, pit-pat along the pavement while the Sun tries casually to wake up and just go.  Go go go, man.  Just go, go, go.

What's next?  What's the smart plan compared to the right plan compared to the easiest plan compared to the best plan compared to the even better plan compared to the long-term plan?  What would Dikembe Mutombo do?  Well, he'd probably be able to speak Hangul, first of all.

There's music to write, performances to conceive, money to make, land to smell, Bettys to love up on, mistakes to make and grub worms to eat.  Grr, Yo.

Okay, gonna make pork 'n' salad.  Want some?  'S'all yours, mate.  Bring Cafri, will ya?

Tae Kwon Blammo,
Bounce to this, Bitch.

-LS^2

I don't remember her name,

but I call her 'Lorelei,' and she's gorgeous.

I just realized this is some

Fear and Loathing... shit.

This picture is very important to me,

as was this day.  Plus, I look dope.

Linda & Mateo Salazar, 1975.