So there I was, riding along, sun in the sky and birds above, haze in my eyes, on an inner tire tube? Below some good beer was floating next to me with the newest Kid Rock and Beastie Boys songs twisting in my head. I saw a little tree limb, thought how pretty it was as it passed me by, looked up at a perfectly surreal blue sky! Little did I know, Walter Cronkite's jacket was going on, preparing for the headline of tonight's latest and most tragic news.
Dumb as you might and clear as the sky to thee, the ride's not over for a venturer such as yourself or the remains of your body such that they might be discovered to be... Dreamy this journey would seem to you, Idiot, that failed to grasp that Last Straw.
Ahhh such is life, the rise and the fall, lucky would we be could we float along the entire time with our beer, Kid Rock, Beastie Boys and thee. Damned that Last Straw can be, I am happy on my way to the unknown, down stream sea.
Shower and shave, suit and tie, brush the teeth and grey hair, turn the radio on in the little car and off to work I go.
Maybe I'll sleep better tonight? Surely I'll sleep better tonight. I'll turn up the AC and curl up a little bit. Damned rhymes, pictures and shit. I'll sleep well tonight, 19 days after the adventure from which I returned and dremt of last night.