It's all a point of view...I always say when asked "where are we going tonight?"
my answer ...to gain some perspective. then I pile 'em in the truck and
drive 'em to the river... it's a powerful motherfucker. moves rocks as big as houses, yep. the moon casts across the water the breeze and the radio
playin' sour grain over and over until someone finally says "change the goddamn song!" I like to see how long that takes.. as far as the
fun can strain it usually. but points of views...they get me thru...I'm a
real easy bloke, but let a scrubber start barkin' orders and I go deaf.
it just aint worthit. dance to your own tune I always say. but don't let
anything own you...ol' AC is half way around the block, you'll get there
keep chooglin' son. hell if I'm going to waste my time arguing with any
text, if I can't get my fist around their throat when it strikes me... I tend
to go through life in the path of the least resistence.