When you’re sittin on your back porch in the midst of cool San Fran eve with a full high glass of Makers‘s on ice and a fresh squeeze of Tangelo straight off the tree from your garden, smoking a clean cut Dominican’s (yeah that's Lacey J), shooting the March Madness shit with your boys, listening to a mix of Avett Brothers/Bon Iver (watch and listen to them both) amid your newly sodded back yard that’s flourishing in the background sounds of a sprinkler system and ambiance of a California full moon on the eve of the Card’s making the Elite Eight that will be continued by a night of Bob Earl Keen at the Fillmore and a weekend of fly fishing for Steelhead Salmon… you catch yourself in the moment and realize life doesn’t get much better than this… and you start to feel good again…If you need me you know where I am.
CLJ
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