the sun is shining.
there's a sweet breeze blowing through the house and pink floyd are singing me to the dark side of the moon.
money's rolling easy in; i should have listened to mudhoney when they told me that it would.
little people are tripping through the house on their way to bicycles and pool cues and roaming black puppy dogs they try in vain to call onto the porch.
i tried to think of ways things could be better. i can't come up with anything at all.
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