I'm not remembering much of the last few nights but apparently at some point I made a conscious decision to collect empty pizza boxes and bottles... To make matters worse my only memory is of a pretty brunette whispering in my ear this now famous line.. "just because I'm standing next to you, doesn't mean I have to." and from the sound of running water and the sight of a steamed mirror, I realize that I must have started collecting girls who have mastered the art of subtlety as well.
So like the rest of you, I'll be chasing fireworks, spraying out like spiderwebs amonst the skyline, much like we are doing with our own lives this week. .
Kerouac was right. The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn, like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes "Awwww!"
I'll be hopping a tin-can with wings to Detroit for a few, then stopping in KC to see the family.... NYC... get your bat kid, you're up next!!
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