I was re-born. A new beginning. I'm not shitting you. I was reborn and not in that Christian BS kind of way. Saturday I gave my problems to the wind- Thanks to Mr."Wolf Song", a real life Shaman. He knew what was up. It was trippy. And he was blind YO! Extra props. I think all of that spiritual stuff is waaaaaay fascinating. He helped- I feel relaxed and calmer.
It was way cool. I had never been to a POW WOW before until Saturday. It was at the Chumash Museum in Thousand Oaks. It was the first year they do it. I keep missing the Santa Inez POW WOW, but this one was cool since Im a beginner. Oh, just found this cool site 500Nations.
I like attending other culture people's events. I had some fry bread I used to know how to make it but I lost the recipe I had gotten in Home Ec class in high school.
Anyway, on the way back from the POW WOW, my family and I were cruisin' around listening to Art Laboe's Killer Oldies on the radio. I love when were out just drivin' around.
I know gas is expensive like a MF (according to Paul Mooney there hasn't been a drive by in LA in months*). But the point is, I spent a great afternoon with my family. I love them. I couldnt of asked for anything greater. We drove around, stopped and had a great dinner, we watched the Yankees play- even though they lost to the Mets- I had 40 oz of berry cider and got a great buzz going- kept me singing the whole drive back home to what I like to call "the radio challenge"- I change the station and I see if I know the song playing which I usually do especially if oldies are on. Me being tipsy pissed off my mom, but whatever, I had a great time.
I was re-born, listened to the drumming circles, watched feathered and beaded people dance, had a good dinner with my familia, saw my man Derek Jeter, had some ice cream for dessert, got a good ass buzz going, and sang the whole way home to some of my favorite music.
perfect.
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