17 November 2009
So I'm rolling down the street blasting some salsa through the streets of South Philadelphia. The road, the people, the cars, and my thoughts are just staying behind as I hum to Hector Lavoe, the voice made passion, pain, and past. It's times like this that I use to keep me from thinking too much about stuff; part of my daily commitment to be a happier man. It's working. But it's funny noticing this self of mine correcting it's old ways. They say an old dog can't learn new tricks. I say let's see.