Oh yeah! Back to work again. It´s a suicidal thing i guess. to live like this. The owner of this joint couldn´t care less about safety precautions. Meat he delivers today as fresh, is from yesterdays lunch. Everything is cheap. Except the prizes. Chicken comes from Thailand. I don´t know where he dug the beef. Can Cun? Customers dig the food, so why i should mind. Suckers. It´s hot as hell. Killer air. Everytime someone´s burning something, the whole kitchen is buried like suffocating fog. Eventually it´s replacing the air completely, and finally you wont recognize it. This is going to kill me...or he can take this job and shove it.
But today it´s my day off.
Thanks to Mike, who´s become my inspiration as well as my hero. The stories and plans for the future are giving me the strength to go on. This world needs crazy people like him, people that never sell out, never wear white or never write a rap song. Talking about passion. Spirit that will carry on. The big stubborn attitude that never worn out of style out the streets. You dig it, you were born with it. Underground as the truly alternative way of life. Compared to standard 9 to 5 hell. Hope your plans work out.
New songs. Better arrangement than before. It´s slowly working better and better. Never trying to make too E/Z listening as hideout, you might get crumbs there for your serials. Sorry about that.
It´s music that i like, like right now. Nothing else matters to me. i´m glad if you like it though.
I saw her on the television broadcast yesterday evening. With her kid. For the moment she was in my living room. Pasting her beautiful present about few seconds time. I became all wussie like mofo. Just can´t help it . All the memories, all the years that could have been, still haunting me over and over again.