Tuesday, November 19, 2002

 

Life isnt strange. Things in california are beautiful and people are as unhappy here as they could be anywhere. I guess the Great American past times havent been able to keep up with the great depressions of our times and lives. Records of it are found in the annals of desotos and the big red machines. Extremely innaresting, you ask me. I could be rippin it up with Ted like we was best friends, his personality is funny. I can keep up with the folks in the fast lane. Yes yes yes. The drought broke and the palace was the stuff of flying pigs. Much to be done, and I'm sure there are fewer copies and pipes involved by this time today, so maybe we can catch up with each other and I'll just flip it over on ya when we fake it in front of the children. Its really about that anyhow, innit? We dont want to shock anyone, escpecially the children, because we do it for them. We do it for the kids, really. The kids are alright after all, and who said that? The view from here is right down the street aways and we know that there aint no stage at the next gig, so's we had to get some day job.

Two cats that I know are gonna finish the job for me. One guys take on it is that he knows my man, Bill. Bill always adds that element of danger when you get him involved, so I gotta be careful with said 'cat' whom we will refer to as Jorge Montana. Montana says he can finish this gig without having to re-rig his works. He is willing to do this, like brutus and not fuck with his schemin'. You dig?

He is gonna play it straight, man.





Listen Man.... this shit is unprecedented, especially when you add young Bill, the dangerous element bespoke of..... I need the gig done, finis, rock n roll man. I need this shit to be gone and outta my sight. You dig? And I dont need no one to get me involved with it, yeah? Just keep my name out of it.

posted by Hog 7:49 PM