It’s not summer yet, but it’s hotter than hell.
I’ve got a weird feeling about this summer–and not just more recording breaking (or should that be melting?) heat.
That’s why Emily and I do these little getaways, up north, Prescott, Jerome, Sedona.
Where it’s about twenty degrees cooler.
You know you’ve been living in Arizona when eighty degrees Fahrenheit seems cool.
And I had to write my story for my “Gonzo Science Fiction, Chicano Style” class on the road, in a haunted hotel, and at roadside, while waiting for AAA to come fix a flat.
Yup, it’s gonna be weird, gonzo . . .
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