cklarock

Okay, SG, today I understand the Pain part of Pain Hill. I am walking like an old man. Heh. Fuck CK, I heard he aint shit anyway.

This evening, as I was walking toward Yerba Buena to meet my buddy, it started to rain. As I was humping along into the wind, a deluge of rain emptied onto San Francisco South of Market. I had to nearly level my umbrella to stay dry, the wind was blowing so hard. I looked over my shoulder, and saw an old lady, sans umbrella, trying to keep her hair dry with a newspaper! In case you cant imagine the scene, it wasnt working.

What would you have done? I walked over to her and asked her if she wanted to share my umbrella.

But it wasnt an old lady, yall -- it was a drag queen.

She said (basso voice), No, Im going to get this cab, and just like that she disappeared into one. Nobody trusts a gentleman.

Haiku:

The rain is so strong
And your hair is all tore up
Why you trippin', man?

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Here's the song I was singing to myself as it rained (yes, sometimes I am That Guy):

Fret not thyself of evil-doers
Neither be thou envious
Fret not thyself of evil-doers
Trust in Jah Love, love, love; Jah Love
Trust in Jah Love, love, love; Jah Love

Some put their trust in horses and chariots
So ridiculous
Things of fancy gleam and gold
What profit a man to save his own life
And lose his own soul?

Trust in Jah Love, love, love; Jah Love
Trust in Jah Love, love, love; Jah Love

Dont you know, the world around you it will crumble and fall?
But the earth is Jah Lord and the fullness thereof for I and I
To dwell therein

Trust in Jah Love, love, love; Jah Love
Trust in Jah Love, love, love; Jah Love

Who come knocking he shall open
The door so wide
Who come seeking he shall find
Eternal, eternal life
Who come ask and it shall be given

Trust in Jah Love, love, love. Jah Love

Trust in Jah! Jah Jah!


Fuck you if you think reggae is for hippies, I'll fucking set your shit on fire. Jah fire, fucker.