jus' like music

there's a pretty safe alternative to infidelity. for me, it's music. it answers many of the same needs of needin' to place your pee hole in or on a pee hole or poop hole. a new track makes gets you obsessed. you dream of it, you listen to it over and over, you have a love affair. while the initial thrill may run away, you'll always love that one track. and then, you can safely find another that you sweat and pine over without hurtin' anyone's feelings. music allows you to have a harem and i suggest this healthy alternative, brothers and sisters.

unless, you have a member of your harem who has deeply embarrassed you in the past. kind of like a fling on a drunken binge that you hope no one ever finds out about. because that one evening on the boardwalk brings back memories of rayon shirts, oversized girbaud jeans, and smooth jazz covers of shitty color me badd songs.

you know what? just don't drink and be on the prowl anywhere on the eastern shore. let's start with that, dog.

ocean city, md, 1992

mr. mark hopes to never wake up with acid washed anything in the bed.