Thank you for that moonlit night at Bonnie Dunes my friend. Everyone was drinking but not me. Just my Sony Discman and a little square of paper with Snoopy’s friend Woodstock on it. The lobsters marching out of the sea during Welcome to the Machine are a forever memory. That night I could actually feel the person inside my head that was truly me. An epiphany.
Today I’m still searching for him but I get a little closer each year.
Aloha,
M2K