In a nut shell - the fact that someone decided to dub Miller High Life "The Champagne Of Beers" pleases me to no end... moreover, I would like to have been sitting in the board room when this decision was made. SERIOUSLY, read the label. It's like saying that Tijuana is "The Champagne of Mexico" or something, possibilities which present themselves when meeting someone for the first time, euphoria associated with waking up thinking that I am late but realizing I still have a few more precious hours to sleep, washing down sushi with a generous portion of sake, experiencing new culture, Fiercely ruling at Guitar Hero, morning coffee, the feeling of things "finally paying off", the irresistible sound of an incredible fucking beat, independence, violent lightning in a still desert, watching people go about their business, recovering from bite-marks, meeting someone who is at that moment - very likely - the most beautiful woman in the entire world, activities conducive to being outdoors under an overcast sky, letting one thing lead to another, watching "train wrecks" occur before your very eyes and not turning away, lucidity in a dream, ties that bind, anticipation of not having a "sure thing", feeling the solidarity and security in numbers . . .
"...WE COULD BECOME
TWO INTO ONE
LEAVE THIS BEHIND
OVER AND DONE
EVERYTHING NEW
I'M COMING THROUGH
INTO YOU..."
