the preamble

jerry i agree, it has been one long strange trip, but you were on acid, i’m on my couch.

you were on stage playing circling riffs with their own sovereignty, that manifested a destiny to the subordination of your cue, while a host of other mind bended onlookers moved their bodies into first time positions, fueled by their adulation for you and the ride you gave em.

mine is long and strange too, but a comparison can’t rightfully be made.  

a trip to disneyland (coma), a year of intense rehab and pain in the hearts of those closest.

a moab (mother of all bombs) of love and energy exploded in our grills, saved us.

a new record deal, a new record, a new dent, a beautiful wife, creative experience like never before, and an intensely robust month on the horizon. 

my dayplanner’s september page reads:

justice, closure, release, rebirth, reconnection, return…. life is back.  

thank you so dearly for bringing it back.

WWIII reaches its soldiers sept 13

xoxoxo times an assload