i h8 driving.

the more i travel,
the less i like it.
for real.
goin' places, sleepin' even less, eatin' even more.
tons of people, tons of cars, tons of asphalt and concrete.
it does not agree with me.
my constitution is dependant on clean air and good water,
and a whiff of the poisonous air and noxious atmosphere
of each and every exit all the way down and out,
has left me sniffling and sore,
bleary and road-weary as a sonuvagun.
and highways are so mutha-uckin' awful, ya'll.
interstate 95 may traverse the whole east coast,
tip to tip, hittin' all the hot spots from maine to miami,
but that doesn't mean it doesn't suck.
hard.
traffic jam for breakfast is not as nourishing as tea and toast.
i'm sayin',
turnpikes, tollbooths, decaying dollops of doo-doo butter,
from white plains to philly.....
everywhere that is not here is less than dope;
i'm reppin' the woodsly goodness, my ninjas,
like it's the damn center of the universe.
there's no place like home, i guess,
even when you've got about two weeks of home left,
before you're homeless.

we also figured out why we eat so flippin' much when we're other places.
it's the one part we like about city life.
vegan food all up and over the place.
the rest can F* right off.
our homegirl jenny brought the noise,
in the form of hospitality and generosity.
we may have barely stopped by the 'burbs in pennsylvania,
but she helped make it feel good to be there.
and the bangin' seats to see SPINAL TAP didn't hurt, either.
i am grateful for the time i have been given.
i am grateful for the people i span it with.
that said,
believe me when i tell ya'll;
it's great to be back.
never quiet, never soft....