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Sinners and Saints, Prostitutes and Priests, Conservatives, Liberals and Anarchists, Struggling Artists, Real Estate Moguls, Coffee House Poets and Senators.
I like blues when I'm drinkin', old (I mean old) country and trucker songs when I'm drivin', punk and metal when I'm working out, hip hop and disco when I'm dancin' and old R&B and East/West (Tantra Lounge etc) when I'm home chillin'. I'd also like to learn more about the Vegas music scene.
Swingers, Boondock Saints, Brazil, The Adventures of Baron von Munchausen, Napoleon Dynamite, Super Troopers, Anchorman, Lost in Translation, Gladiator, Team America, 300, Sin City, (just about everything...I'm soooo easy to entertain)
South Park, Family Guy, News...they're equally funny and fictional
Anything written by Joseph Campbell, Meditiations by Marcus Aurelius, Harrington on Hold Em, Cyrano de Bergerac, Il Postino, Siddhartha, The Stoic Art of Living, On Liberty, The Art of War, Gates of Fire, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, Atlas Shrugged, any decent book on real estate investing (not too many out there)
If You Forget Me
by Pablo Neruda
I want you to know
one thing.
You know how this is:
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch
of the slow autumn at my window,
if I touch
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log,
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals,
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours that wait for me.
Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 
If suddenly 
you forget me 
do not look for me, 
for I shall already have forgotten you. 
If you think it long and mad, 
the wind of banners 
that passes through my life, 
and you decide 
to leave me at the shore 
of the heart where I have roots, 
remember 
that on that day, 
at that hour, 
I shall lift my arms 
and my roots will set off 
to seek another land. 
But 
if each day, 
each hour, 
you feel that you are destined for me 
with implacable sweetness, 
if each day a flower 
climbs up to your lips to seek me, 
ah my love, ah my own, 
in me all that fire is repeated, 
in me nothing is extinguished or forgotten, 
my love feeds on your love, beloved, 
and as long as you live it will be in your arms 
without leaving mine. 
The Founding Fathers, single parents, folks in the military, self-made men and women, anybody who's taking a risk to follow their bliss