Adam was a friend of mine
He resembles Frankenstein
When he does the Irish jig
He resembles Porky Pig

Somewhere from memory, that just popped out. That and the cotton-like filters in Parliaments which came in a slide box (or was that Benson & Hedges?). Last night's dream featured failing a test (stress) cancer victims (phobia) and watching my hand fall off AFTER a new one had already partially grown in (ew). This crazy life never lets c'mon-I-wanna-lay-ya interfere with cerebral moments of grandeur (or glandular?). I get suspicious when the phoenix-rising-from-ashes is actually Androcles admitting the thorn in the lion's paw was bullshit. The guy on the radio who scared the crap out you was acting and there was organ music (NOTE: recurring organ music easter egg developing here, a la Superman/Seinfeld) but that scary guy was imaginary, the scary guys on the radio today are actual. The thing about stupid back when it wasn't fashionable, somebody higher or bigger than you asked "what are you, an idiot?". There was no comeback - if you were called out as an idiot, it stuck with you, like Jujubes to your dog's tooth. And faceless voices coming out of a speaker were always beautiful, sexy - desirable. Maybe too much of a good thing really is stomach ache material. There is truth to "if the tail were smarter, it would wag the dog". Like when I answered a test question "define sphere of influence" and I wrote Sputnik, wag the dog, man. Or the "explain hard water" and I wrote "ice". Wag the dog, man. So they booked Three Dog Night and Credence in Atlantic City for a ticket price of $9.95 and the casino took in 100 grand more at the bars & eateries. Old rockers jizzing at a $10 concert like back in the 70's man. Bonnie Bramlett was just on Roseanne Barr's Nut show (not using man anymore). Can't even remember last $10 concert, maybe the Airplane at the Palestra. Who cares (no question mark).