Cash

Since I couldn't take a picture of the man in black himself, I had to resort to the green stuff. It looks like I have a lot of it, but don't be fooled. I just went to the ATM. Each of those bills amounts to about six dollars. And today is the day I must pay my hotel so I have to go to the ATM again and see the funds whittle themselves away. The swines have no idea how much I owe, but they'll try to take me for as much as they can. I know how it works so I write it all down. Fuckers.

The point here was not to actually talk about money. It was supposed to be a shout out to Mr. Cash. Now that I can actually listen to my music again, I actually choose to listen to Johnny more than my old favorites. Even more than Mason Jennings and Sean Hayes who I may have overplayed over the years. Or quite possibly, I just can't listen to them loud enough on my laptop or on my Made in China headphones. But for some reason, Johnny comes in loud and clear and he seems to be hitting the spot. Thanks for that.