I boogie for the raindrops.

For the purity, the anger, for my childhood recollections. For the comic book in my heart, the mocked intentions. The clarity, passion, seclusion -- those cool summer nights, For the market merchant across the street selling me stog's at half price.

For the mights, the maybes, the nauseating pitfalls. My girl, my friends, for the fact my window opens towards a brick wall.

For the three legged dog I saw dragged on a leash.

For the homeless man who walks my block in rainstorms with plastic bags on
his feet...

-thats a mangled Aesop Rock quote (tugboat complex) I think it says a lot.