I know there's a thing that follows me, that puts the brakes on your
"what you want in your browser history", but the up/down-tic. I'm right here, right now. Jim was/is my hero, and if there's only thing to take from my take of Jim, be present, if it's one person in the room, still might be your last show. . I'm way older than Jim, thanks to Jim. I'm not Jim, but like all the good ones, I try to let them live inside me, just a bit, why I haven't the short cliff. I've been on the cliff since 2nd or 3rd grade. I don't know why that is. And I also don't get the poignancy of anything by Maya Angelou, "I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings" - .... ya do? ...yeah, I do too. Cliffnotes: "I would like to be out of the cage, so my mediocre bird-shit would immediately blow the minds of the female population of the early 70s who's minds and bodies have already been blown, populated and shocked down." Have your read any fucking Greek poetry or theater?
This will be impromptu, Actually the personal 21, is close to the caliber of shooting a General Custer repeater under water.
Impromptu thought: you're gonna be in a scrap. Carry a mouthpiece. If someone's squaring up or shit's getting intense, stfu, keep eye contact and put in a mouthpiece out of your pocket and keep talking to whoever's with you, or keep talking to someone even if you're all alone.