What A Long, Strange Trip It's Been

Well, I feel fat and satisfied. I've eaten a lot of life. I've been
to all kinds of nice restaurants: Thai, Indian, Moroccan, German,
English, Carribean, you fucking name it. Indian's my favorite; If I
could afford a personal chef, I'd eat nothing but Indian food. Well, we
could slide in a little sushi now and then, and maybe an occasional
American breakfast, an omelette and some bacon or something.
I've had lots of road trips and day dreams. I've seen Hawaii, Canada,
the American Southwest, fucking Sweden. Sweden was an icier version of
Washington, and with commies. Hawaii was cool. I remember eating at
some super-posh restaurant called GayLords, on the island of Kauaii I
think. We had some kind of flaming liquor drinks and I had a filet
mignon. Then I love funky, cosmopolitan Seattle where it always seems
like Kurt Cobain just turned the corner.
Everywhere I've gone: I've thought, I've read and I've dreamed. I've
walked in a lot of Gardens. I've shared books with so many authors.
I've gathered cans to buy paint and brushes to make my inspired but
slap-dash paintings. I've gone to so many special lectures,
documentaries, art-parties, etc. I've learned from most of them and the
rest at least stirred my mind. I've impregnated a lesbian and played
chess with an ancient man in Sweden, who spoke not a word of
English.
I've listened to all kinds of music from super-modern classical to
blues to industrial. So often, I come across an old favorite album and
it takes me back to some distant chapter of my life. Green Day's
"Kerplunk":The budding rock star- an ackward but powerful chick magnet.
Nirvana's "Inutero": The isolated, hateful high school scholar. Marilyn
Manson's "Mechanical Animals": the social, long-haired sophomore
stoner. Sublime's "self-titled": the heart-broken lush and Ephedra
addict.
One thing you know: there will always be another song... if anyone's
listening.