"I was born
by the river in a little tent..." Man, Sam Cooke can really belt, or something. With each day that passes I grow a grey hair or two, maybe five, and my Ipod gets just a little bit more full. The sonority of the city changes every day, just like brother Cooke says "change gonna come". Uxoriousness is no longer of any interest to me; I've come to realize that women, like me in a former life, just want to fuck and bail, not charming. Everyone is obdurate and entirely too self-absorbed and, you know, if you can't beat them then you should probably go ahead and join them.