Toucans II

a couple of these left me and the posse hanging at the famed 17th street in mcal. never a dull moment when its time to oblige the acquaintances. its funny, how i had so many ideas for this rant while i was busy pounding the sauce, now i cant recall. i was gonna talk politics, religion, and self preservation; i even had the meaning of life solved. what can i say, im a sucker for good company and a stiff drink, though i ache for intellectual conversation still. heres to the dark passenger, dirty deeds are best conducted at night.