Sunday, January 15, 2012

maybe I'm wrong

It seems like there's something about driving home listening to Frank's Wild Years after a great night with a beautiful girl that just makes a guy feel really powerful, like you're in possession of some special secret knowledge. Thrilling and yet calming at the same time, and almost wholly untouchable.

And then there's that other type of knowledge, The Buddha Walks Into A Bar...

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