I've been up since 5:30am, unable to slumber peacefully after being awakened by 10 minutes of gunfire rounds going off near my 'hood. Eventually, it occurred to me that it was my heavily Mexican/Catholic neighbors lighting strings of firecrackers in honor of Jesus' birth. Or Jesus' death. Or whatever the hell the morning after Good Fucking Friday is supposed to represent. What else can a poor boy do--besides play in a rock and roll band-- but get out of bed and put on some Cobra Killer jams like Without A Sun and Chemie Des Alltags to get the day started right? If Cobra Killer were a liquid morning stimulant, Starbucks would already be out of business. Take that, corporate weed!