Flat and gloomy. Wood fire going. Bacon and eggs in belly. Maybe I'll fish. But man thiss song is good.
This takes me Back to The Day. Near the end of those days, at Boston's on the Beach in Delray Beach FL. my future wife "The Red Hot Shelly Pepper" walked by my buddy Eddie Murphy (a white ex-Marine from Boston, MA). She was wearing a Little Feet tee- shirt and he yelled "Feet, Feet, Feet!". She met him, he introduced us, so I could sell her some shrubbery, and the rest is history.
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So I'm thinking to my myself, " wonder what kind of shrubbery?" Cause I'm fixing up my front after putting in a walkway and a new stoop. Then the dim bulb brightened just a little bit.
Sitting around after a surf session and listening to this on my Santa Cruz trip. Water is still cold and I'm still grinding out waves. Enjoy