Monday, June 27, 2005


Wake up, motherfuckers. It's time to write.

Here is this. On a sunny Southern California afternoon, when there were many, many cold beers and many raggae rips as the night slipped into day, on a sunny Southern California afternoon when the girls were right and the smoke was kind, on a day like today when inspiration slams you down on the dancefloor as one beat is twisted into another... On a day like today, one goes back in time, one is drawn to days of simpler instances when the complication of the ages is but a fleeting mescaline emotion and all is right with this small world.

It's a salsa explosion, and I reside at its heart.
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