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About Bologna

So, I roll up, windows down, music blarin’. This chick struts over, heels clickin’ like a metronome. I’m thinkin’, “She’s got hustle!” Kinda admire that, ya know? Takes guts to work the streets. But dang, it pisses me off too – why’s she gotta do this? World’s screwed up. “Where were you when I laid the foundations?” – yeah, Malick’s got me ponderin’ heavy stuff.

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So, I’m rollin’ outta bed, right? The sun’s shining, birds are chirping, and I’m like, “Cool, let’s do this.” I grab my coffee from that little café on Via Roma. You know the one? The one with the weirdly shaped pastries? Yeah, that place. I swear, their cornetti are like little clouds of happiness.

Exit Music (for a concert): Radiohead cover band Fitter Happier at Higher Ground