heat wave

"Dear lord, please save us from the third world war/ I want to do a world tour/ before world war four."

Something about the weather and the power outage make it even harder for me to comprehend the missles in Beirut. I can't wait until my friend makes it to Europe so that I can stop worrying. I am on cloud "stoked" otherwise. Me and Bobby Evans are playing with the Circle Jerks and the Wu-Tang Clan in the same weekend, and I am doing a chorus on a jam with Sadat X. I am pretending to take all this in stride, but fanning the fuck out on the inside. Big ups to Despot and Get the Fuck Up.