Cheers brother!, In those Le Brea Salt Flats, I was looking for specific line I felt, well, a passage from book, I have the book still, and found the passage, and it seeing a bookmark, it struck me has how fucking simple, my thoughts on a personal thing right now, I can go to a book, another guy said a personal thing, that resonated, and between the two us, who've never met, however good, I don't feel (not as some holy, righteous shit, or a never to do thing, that's ridiculous), ..just felt, in this case, tonight, if I can't find the words and thought I want, let it be. No matter what or the passage of time, sometimes just shutting the fuck up is the coolest thing,
If it starts raining toads tonight, maybe I'm wrong. ...I'm already wrong. It's not tonight, it's this morning. I have to be somewhere in three fucking hours.
I've been doing this non-profit thing for 11 or 12 years now, not really a big deal. I just go around and try to find kids on the street or preferably a family who've had it rough, and ask them if they WISH to see a solid impersonation of Johnny Carson. I can do Burt Lancaster, Tom Snyder, Charles Bronson, William Holden, Orson Welles Macbeth, for the girls, I can do Gloria Swanson, Faye Dunaway, Judy Holliday, and Ruth Gordon. I've always had an appreciation of Harriett Tubman, but know there's no way I can do that, even though I've put in a lot of time, personally. Instead, I do Christina Rossetti reciting some of Rossetti's poetry, but I shift my weight and read left-handed, tilt my head, not because she was that way, but because, fuck you people.