FOR NATHAN&SPEEDY&’THE DUCK’; &EVERYONE WHO EVER DROVE A TRUCK: Music? my pleasure! (or otherwise). “Sugar, Sugar!” 8-track under the CB pounding Compton ears of the street ladies and jimmen’s down on the concrete down there in the downtown,DOWNTOWN! mash the jukebox buttons A-7..James Brown’s J.B.’s, “Doin’ It To Death” drifFtin’ out over the Hayes Valley in the gummed-up sun-bake’d asphalt vapors rising, “Corner-pocket bro, –CLIK! righteous.” Now,RAP! H. Rap Brown: Who nex’? Cousin Fitty-cent peasant song by Fitty Cee-ent, “I needs my Five-0! now gimme that pig-foot em-eff!” Soultruckdrivin’ my man, soul..rollin’ in ‘n’ pass the ‘n’ word co’versations’, “I’m just..” “SHUTUP’N’WORD!” houses’ steps’ paint peelin’ by the lamppost over the streetcorner situation on my way back home..back to back east,EAS’COASsomewhere,somewhwr’s like NYC, –only living boy drop his fresh load,MAGNAVOX batterypower loudwire’d ghettoblasters builded for the white boy’s at the WHITE FRONT D-jay’n out front; ‘n’ runnin’ from cops, COPS! cops with da honkie Boy Scout faces’ fresh white smiles over weightlift’r bodies,matriculatin’,daynightstix..I bee’s modulating heavy,HEAVY! hammer down smoke-trails up the on-ramp EAST spitting black diesel plumes blooming high over brick chimney-farm’s outlying the tenement area. “Breaker, breaker! this the ‘Rock’n’theRoad’, –Basin Street! ‘Toad’, you there? is it the end of the world yet good buddy?? or I’m shootin’ for El Paso by noon’n’Igot my mind on a brain-tumor taco and grill’d mushroom-cloud burger&fries at that greasy spoon on the border, with ‘Beans’ on-the-side..of me, ‘BEANS’! beast in my rear-view mirror, trine ta jamm on up past me, hee-yah..but I won’ lettim’, see-ya in New Orleans round midnight ifit feels good, believin’ the Smoky’s are sleepin’! how are the conditions for you there?over!” “Rock! you are a lock, Ha-ha! can’t I hear you knockin’!! Mardi Gras in high gear, here, the ‘Toad’ handlin’ the recreation high-ballin’ this party to sunrise in number 18 forward, hammer downC-ya..When the music’s over,OVER? come own!” “10-FOUR,Rover, it IS over good buddy..and that does NOT depend how I define I S! is, as in IS post-psychedelic-grunge-rock-surf-toons sittin’ in the sole garage watching the paint to dry tickle-in’ my ears a great way of life for me..no! but t’will do till something better comes along, –Ha, ha, ha. Bye! My,MY! my friend have yourself an aneurism for ME! on my ‘count I’m tabulatin’ i C-ya when u get there, –Mm-mm! bit fuzzy around the edges by then no doubt, good buddy, over&OUT!” Day, the day..the music, –die. (SIGH) Les Preludes, Les Paul, and LOOSE BOOTY modulatin’ big over-the-air mess for the benefit of Mr. Bear, Ha-ha! do I hear a symphony? shout-out to ‘Beans’ and his ilkster’s! all the way to Memphis, 10-4, back atcha, Alice, –Alice to Wonderland, over and O-U-T,out! (without a doubt) Signed, Soultruckerkrackerboystuckinthemiddlefeelin’alrightwitchyu!ohyeah..ONO