reviving the lost art of doing everything for the love, six strings and Old No. 7, mathematics, old-school looney tunes and other ole-timey cartoons (especially the wordless ones that had post-production orchestral soundtracks recorded live, missed cues, irregularities and all), cooking (whence, eating), dancing with my babygirl ('cause she's too young to recognize that I really can't...or maybe she just don't care...either way), family, kool-aid, taken shots at The Man (fucken hate that guy), taken shots, smoken smokes, readen books, dumpen on all simple-minded bastards, driving like I got somewhere to be, running with scissors,...
I'd love to meet anyone and everyone...bonus points for smokers, front-porch fanatics, freaks (street freaks, not sheet freaks...although...), cartoon heads, cooks, amateur musicians, amateur anybodies doen anythings, fat kids, loners, geeks, and nerds, anyone who works a fax machine with a fist instead of a finger, cribbage and backgammon players, bay folk, people who know themselves and stay true to that, any and all who display conviction, passion, personality, originality, and versatility.
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Anything outdated and underrated...like me...
cartoons...the only television worthwhile (if anything on television could be said to be worthwhile)...and, for the record, reality shows suck the sweat from my stinkhole...
anything well-written (which discounts 99.9999999999999999999% of everything ever put together, as with music and movies)
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