Today I leave for the country fair, 10 days ago germany, the mid summer light is scrambling more than my sleep. I went down two days ago, all me friends went to booty beach to commune, I went down. I watched the Empire Strikes Back and drank Retsina, pine pitch white wine of Greece. I feel asleep as Luke first landed in the quagmire of Dagoba before meeting Yoda. "Impatient...ummm restless always the future, always adventure. These are not the things a good Jedi make." Sleep.. Robert DeNiro is scarface wearing too small a pair of baby shoes. Wake. Coffee and tasty cold beer flank the edges of my Jedi training schedule. The Egg has reached the high nineties internally and is incubating the desire for the booty beach river trip I missed yesterday. Am I going to remember that I was to enjoy this day? Ummm restless.... Will the fair wisk away the ceaseles babble of the city? Input input, sunlight DNA reboot, rebooty. Does this dream mean DeNiro is my Dad? Did you know I have a scar on my cheek from the moment I was born? Scratched me own self. Don't that beat all? I'm going to pack my bags now, and a drum, so I won't forget what I really need.