Monday, July 31, 2006

What more could a primate want?

you can totally get HIGH off a cigar—Billy Thorp’s “Children of The Sun” cranked on the Ipod, sittin’ on the front porch, puffin’ on a big stinkin’ turd of a cigar, two beers in the belly, wife and kids off at a kids’ movie, neighbor’s sprinkler somehow in sync with the guitars, newspaper and Weird Tales magazine, temperature a taught 90 degrees . . I am HIGH right now!

Yeah baby.

Bills paid, clients happy, belly full, no bombs going off; just getting and spending. What more could a primate want?

Peace in the Middle East Motherfuckers!

Oh Crap, I gotta call my Dad. His B-day was two days ago.

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