6 a.m. wake up call.
a little shower time,
to help pop open the peepers (coffee will also be added to the mix, en route)
a little shower time,
to help wash away the tiredness, and the anxiousness,
and, also, of course,
to keep the stankin' to a minimum.
pits of various sizes and locations need to be buffed up when mixing in with the other kids....
hours on the road,
sun-up road trip romance, b!tches.
we have to drive.
hard.
to the big action.
where, i might add, no two maps show the same route to get to.
ambiguous destinations, my ninjas.
so true.
we'll be seeing you.
in boston.
somewhere.
listen for the folks who sound like they don't belong....
with the folksy carnival banners,
and the loud noises.....
berserker barbarian battle-beasts running rampant through the back bay.
i hope the pilgrims and the red sox are prepared to take it all the way,
to eleven, i mean.
we gets it in,
never quiet, never soft.....
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