I was walking through an empty showroom and there were jars on the walls. They read: Purple Pepper, AK-47 Chocolate, OG Bubba and Sour Diesel. I'm not sure what I'm supposed to make of these names, but be damn sure that I've tried them all. It's amazing what one can accomplish with friends. My trunk is full of vinyl and a box of porn magazines. I just set up my turntable and I'm slighty giddy and worried about what tomorrow will bring. Had the hiccups and they went away. Something scared me that looked like sleep. I'm ready to go down now. I have seen many roadsigns on this journey and walked down a descending slimy and dripping wet slow ramp into unplug... so embrace it and wake up on the parkbench promenade... before the tourist run me into the ocean...