Sometimes you awaken to a phone call. Not much of a call, but perhaps the very person you had just been dreaming about. Cigarettes, trips to Guitar Center, fat men in little coats, playing music, friends, anime, rodeo burgers, hand drums, Coca-Cola, my bed. It all begins with the voice of someone special to me. A good day is hard to find, but I had one, and just might have more in the future. I also decided that I fully enjoy being some anonymous half-assed poet in this random ethereal community.