what?
adam yauch?
lates.
a tiny speck of my whole childhood
just sh!t the bed, duders.
no, check your head.
*
it's cinco de mayo, yo.
i will, as usual, be abstaining from coronas,
modelos,
dos equis,
jose cuervo,
and whatever the F* else gordo americano yanquis
think is what's up for today's happiest hours.
instead,
it'll be airplanes,
and brown blops of glop with my peoples
from the midwest.
it IS saturday,
so the mexican hit parade will probably be out,
decked in cowboy craziness and ready to activate.
we'll see.
i'm flying halfway across america,
because as much as i normally hate a parade,
minneapolis knows how to get busy.
arthur-making super-fancy unnecessary hottness,
and pretentious sushi nutrient handrolls,
and a beastie boyish soundtrack
will also be mandatory.
there's all this time i've been given, neighbors.
what am i doing to participate and appreciate?
it's called gratitude,
and that's right;
never quiet, never soft.....74
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