Hey how's it going? Made it in one piece.
I wrote the entire flight, it was really something, felt like a time warp. Set up camp at Huckleberry Roasters on Pecos Street. Did not have any worthy contenders for 'Passenger Shaming' (see Instagram) but the 9'8" dude in front of me did his share of slamming back and forth in his seat, with violence. One of my dad's most famous (and there are many) sayings/gripes is whenever he uses public transportation...he is the guy who always sits directly in front of the one person who has “projectile whooping cough...so strong it parted my hair down the middle.” and on it goes.. that was my childhood, listening to that flair for the dramatic. He’s a wizard of comedy spinning warped funny stories out of his pain. I feel like I inherited a bit of that.
So I'm on the prowl for veggie burgers and soups and maybe a fine ginger beer. Groceries are next on the to do.
What are you all reading out there? Any good books?
I'm sitting at this coffee shop in Denver, letting the thoughts line up like jazz. No editing. Just things falling where they'll land and it's all right.
I got songs for you tomorrow night at Fort Greene starts at 8. It's gonna be hot, and free. Jacob Russo will be trading tunes with me. Come on come on!!!