Tree homes. Branches. The truth. Unicorns. Doggies. Science. History.
GWB. The asshole who made the IED that killed Tommy. Rat Fink Magee. Julius the Orange. My former roommate whats-his-face who stole the George Harrison from my The Beatles nesting dolls. I'm going to kick his ass. And mostly, I'd love to meet all you sad-sacks and lonely butts who sit idly in front of your screens, inputting, uploading, commenting, adding and poking your life away. Lettuce meat IRL. Promise, it'll be a blast...
Ok
Deep breath.
Dexter Gordon. Charlie Mingus. John Coltrane. Why? Victory at Sea. MIKA. Bob Dylan. Johnny Cash. The Reverend. The Distillers. Rosie Flores. Los Lobos. Beau Jocque. The fucking Beatles. The Left Banke. Question Mark, The Seeds, the Fleshtones, The Woggles, The Beach Boys, The Vandals, The Clash, Amadou et Mariam, The Amboy Dukes, The Dirtbombs, Glen Gould and a million others.
If I sit here long enough someone will stop by and we'll have a talk and the world will make sense again. Trees line, lies fly by, if there was ever a reason to be alive, you've already left it behind. Tiny kisses will reveal, harder love will conceal, it is a long trip home, baby, but the subways run all night.
Carrier. The science channel. Baseball Tonight. PTI. Yankee Baseball. Double headers. Yankee Encore. Yankeeography.
Here we go. I read ok? A lot. Right now I am reading the Book. I am also reading about farming in Iowa, the history of Salt, the new Reacher or old depending on when you read it, and How To Be A Better Person By Playing Mob Wars All Day, Everyday. Which isn't written yet but I'm getting on it.
Colleen Fry.
Dr. Ron Paul.
Wilma Mankiller.
Dolores Huerta.
Tommy. May he rest in peace.