The following is straight from one of my sketch pads, written during a dark stormy evening in the truck. Random...
Here, in the bench seat of my truck. Pouring rain, screaming cars are all trying to get a space. I'm taking a whole place just to lay here and relax to some aqualung and bright eyes on the 60 gig ipod, also known as an hp notebook. The gas gauge is telling me its below empty. Maybe I should turn it off. All the way or the battery will probably complain. This sweet mint gum is inspiring. I just drew Charlie Chaplin on the foggy windshield. Im reading Barn Burning. Ab Snopes would be a strange role model.The ink in my pen is leaving, drying up. I'll just sing and not care.

