"I had a dream last night that Mike A. died.
The service was out back at SPOT. The ground was covered in pine straw. You arrived, or should I say appeared, in full Shogun/Samurai warlord gear. You said nothing, but broke into a furious routine that is best described as a mix of OG Breakdancing, Gung-Fu, and traditional Tibetan folk dance. By the time you were finished, your gear had changed to that of a traditional buddhist monk, and you were kneeling in a pine straw crop-circle (created by your furious routine) in the shape of a Wu-Tang symbol.
Not sure what this means, but I knew that you would enjoy it."
The service was out back at SPOT. The ground was covered in pine straw. You arrived, or should I say appeared, in full Shogun/Samurai warlord gear. You said nothing, but broke into a furious routine that is best described as a mix of OG Breakdancing, Gung-Fu, and traditional Tibetan folk dance. By the time you were finished, your gear had changed to that of a traditional buddhist monk, and you were kneeling in a pine straw crop-circle (created by your furious routine) in the shape of a Wu-Tang symbol.
Not sure what this means, but I knew that you would enjoy it."
Truth is, I'm not that cool in my own dreams!!
