Blinded By The Light
Continuing our ride down Twelfth Street, we pass a formerly great grilling spot, a hangout spot. You can smell the succulent home cooked soul food.... ah what times were had here, and what times will be had.... I drift....
Back before the youngest Estevez became a Sheen, this is how we use to get down to the town.
The night would start up about half past whenever work got out, and we all headed over to the party spot. What was the party spots in Michigan and Detroit? Well I'll tell you, it was either my studio to some shades of Bleau, with the most fun always at the after parties. The after party was at Big Jeff's Trailer...... out in Canton, and that was our spot where we came here to be. It's a dark night snowy, but an after party is in the wind on this night.
Dave: Here, he is he's finally here!
ShadesofBleu: hear? what?
Dave: And we won't stop, let's celebrate man. Here, I'll pour you some more of that ever clear that will make you sit up!
Dave: NOW DRINK UP! Abstaine to absinthe
ShadesofBleu: WHAT!?
Dave: Nothing, nothing.
ShadesofBleu: This is the after party to the concert?
Dave: Yeah, but uh, you aren't looking too good.
ShadesofBleu: They must have slipped me something....
Dave: Yeah probably, that shut can happen when you;re drinking down minnies. ARE YOU HEARING ME?
ShadesofBleu: Oh yes. oh and I am..... Jeff's trailer park rocks off the rocks, and oh my god.... the white light
God: Our people need us
ShadesofBleu: It feels so warm and fuzzy and I must save them all, I must save Detroit.
I mean tonight I'm the shit, putting the win in winning, But good God why is there so much pain, why so much sorrow?
God: The path you need lies in the light, look into the light...
ShaesofBleu: I am!
God: towards the light,
ShadesofBleu: I am ready oh savior.
God: towards the light.
ShadesofBleu: I'm here, I'm here!
God: Come into the light!
ShadesofBleu: Yes, I just want to play with you. We will have many good trips..
Dave: WTF? Shades, stop staring into that neon light god damn it
ShadesofBleu: BLASPHEMOUS!
Dave: Shades, here's your wife to cal....
ShadesofBleu: Like I'm married!? I'm the vitamin inserted in your breakfast cereal killer break fast from normality, back from reality, in charge and alive, caffeine from chocolate chips rambling.
Dave: sit down, you're talking in circles
ShadesofBleu: My god, there's people dancing on the Broderick Tower!
Dave: Here, drink some water.
Shadesof Bleu: The abandoned skyscrapers have been warning us about peak oil for years.
Dave: Here, calm down, come sit with your wif... girlfriend.
Come over here by this lava lamp and I'll tell you some tales to go to sleep by, for now. Time wasting onto innocence lost with no apologies is the ode to narcotics.
I think most people just don't get the realm he is projecting from. Let's reach out to Charlie Sheen. I am hoping to be biwinning, so me and Charlie are really one on the same airplane.
ReplyDeleteIs he not the American dream? Are we not just hating because we aren't there? Let he who is free from sin and mental illness, bang the first seven gram rock and smoke with the goddesses.