Every see a sun shower that didn't give you the "moisties"? Or walk Tribeca at night with a bottle of Orme De Pez 00' and wish there was someone to drink it with you? No? Good. Because had you said Yes, I might begin to think you weren't cut out to be a TRUE SALTY BRO but more like the type of LOSERS that wait in line to see Sonic Youth play a free show!Nevermind the rant, I'm skipping town and this time it's not to go on some shadow tour or some adventure through Lesbos Island. No. More like a sabbath into a region of nothingness. Some place similar to David O' Russell's contemplation in his 2003 noteworthy comedy, "I Heart Huckabees." This place is called N. In N, I'll meet some rad people who'll kick shit and cows for a living. And guess what, millies, I'll probably be a shit kicker also! Then I'll visit the towns drive-thru liquor store for a pint of Jack Daniels and some BBQ potato chips. At night, I'll wish that all the sweet-sweet charms of my former city will overtake me into comatose state and painlssly girate it's wellness all over my body- flesh and blood! And in a fractions time, I transform to a single cell. A germ with eyes, teeth, and taped rimmed eyeglasses beckoning the fruition of the future to appear. Close. Closer. And as it appears, my life, all new, consumes me and thrust me into the forests and villaged suburbs, through the city-lings of a Green Desert until I reach the city of industry- metallic with lights flickering as winded candles. Standing hope and trotting faith- all the way back to John Street. Where I'll begin again. Better!
Grizzly Bear- Cheerleader- From 2009 Veckimatest
