billy goes to jamaica!
in the morning in the winter shade
on the first of march on the holiday
i thought i saw you breathing
oh the glory that the Lord has made
and the complications when i see his face
in the morning in the window
~sufjan stevens
i wonder how work will get me to jamaica. will i go by plane? or will i help save money by hitchhiking to florida and then steal a tire and swim my way over. no doubt i will be fighting through the mexicans trying to get over here. they might even try to take my tire.
if i remember right, and i am sure i do, i made lots of jokes about jamaicans. "get your lazy butt up and move this furniture, you better pray to bob marley that i don't catch you sitting around the rest of the day." "if you say, 'c'mon man' one more time, i swear you will be making cheap rip off cubans by the end of the week." "get to work, money doesn't grow on trees! well, down here maybe- isn't your currency bananas?" "who is playing that come-a-come-a-come-a-come-a chameleon song?"
they might think i am a nazi. "no fruit one year!"
(thanks paul)
who knows. i just know that it will be way to friggen hot. and there is no good beer down there. looks like i need to do my airport ritual.
not a fan of the redstripe eh?
"it's beer! hooray beer!"
that phrase rings true on many levels.
Posted by Anonymous | Fri Jan 26, 12:43:00 PM 2007
last night i was telling of our tour-de-force of alcohol.
Posted by billiam | Sat Jan 27, 04:22:00 PM 2007