Well, the Book of Leviticus and Deuteronomy,
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh. oh. oh. Jokerman.
~~~Daily Dylan~~~
It's either very late, or it's extremely early. Either way I'm mildly buzzed and semi-excited about tomorrow. I go to Riverdale tomorrow. I go to Riverdale for the 1 year birthday party of the daughter of my best friend from college. He's a great guy, great doctor (scary thought that it is) and I'm sure a fantastic father. I've known him since we were at boarding school oh, wow, guess that's going on 15 years ago now, and known his wife since he met her at Georgetown when we were there a dozen years back. Shit that was a while back. So like truth be told, Trash is psyched to meet the baby, but Trash is more interested in seeing the wife's older sister. See, when wife's older sister was freshly separated from her first husband, young Trash was a rebeliuous twenty year old who thought college was stupid and left during senior year to become a bartender at an Irish Dive in NYC. I met the sister and was pretty much starstruck. She Mrs. Robinsoned me, and for a couple of years I was sitting pretty with a woman of a certain age. Things ended when Trash, having returned to college, determined to pursue law school upon his gradumanation, rather than heading into investment banking (abandon all hope ye who enter here) as yon sister repeatedly urged. When she realized I was going to be a student (and hence poor and unmariageable) for at least 3 more years, she walled me off faster than you can say Cask of Amontillado. She chose a more suitable man, and I walked another road. So she has a banker and a baby, and I am playing the field at 31 hoping to find a lady to court by the time I'm forty. That would be nice. So tomorrow I see if I still care enough to get butterflies or feel anger or jealousy or regret, to measure how far I've come and see where I might have gone. I kinda know my answer. I mean, she was cool, smart, very sexy and taught me a lot about Cuba, but hey, she wasn't my great love. At the end of the day she simply wasn't kind enough. Above all else I want a woman with a big heart. I really demand it from a woman I am gonna raise a family with. And Iintend on being the best damn husband and father ever, ever, eve. So, let's just hold out for the Dwight Gooden of women.
The law of the jungle and the sea are your only teachers.
In the smoke of the twilight on a milk-white steed,
Michelangelo indeed could've carved out your features.
Resting in the fields, far from the turbulent space,
Half asleep near the stars with a small dog licking your face.
Jokerman dance to the nightingale tune,
Bird fly high by the light of the moon,
Oh. oh. oh. Jokerman.
~~~Daily Dylan~~~
It's either very late, or it's extremely early. Either way I'm mildly buzzed and semi-excited about tomorrow. I go to Riverdale tomorrow. I go to Riverdale for the 1 year birthday party of the daughter of my best friend from college. He's a great guy, great doctor (scary thought that it is) and I'm sure a fantastic father. I've known him since we were at boarding school oh, wow, guess that's going on 15 years ago now, and known his wife since he met her at Georgetown when we were there a dozen years back. Shit that was a while back. So like truth be told, Trash is psyched to meet the baby, but Trash is more interested in seeing the wife's older sister. See, when wife's older sister was freshly separated from her first husband, young Trash was a rebeliuous twenty year old who thought college was stupid and left during senior year to become a bartender at an Irish Dive in NYC. I met the sister and was pretty much starstruck. She Mrs. Robinsoned me, and for a couple of years I was sitting pretty with a woman of a certain age. Things ended when Trash, having returned to college, determined to pursue law school upon his gradumanation, rather than heading into investment banking (abandon all hope ye who enter here) as yon sister repeatedly urged. When she realized I was going to be a student (and hence poor and unmariageable) for at least 3 more years, she walled me off faster than you can say Cask of Amontillado. She chose a more suitable man, and I walked another road. So she has a banker and a baby, and I am playing the field at 31 hoping to find a lady to court by the time I'm forty. That would be nice. So tomorrow I see if I still care enough to get butterflies or feel anger or jealousy or regret, to measure how far I've come and see where I might have gone. I kinda know my answer. I mean, she was cool, smart, very sexy and taught me a lot about Cuba, but hey, she wasn't my great love. At the end of the day she simply wasn't kind enough. Above all else I want a woman with a big heart. I really demand it from a woman I am gonna raise a family with. And Iintend on being the best damn husband and father ever, ever, eve. So, let's just hold out for the Dwight Gooden of women.
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