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!
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