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Talk To Me Summer

One porch
one book
2 beers
a summer evening that I don't want to go away, ever


I am reading a book my one of my favorite authors, Ray Bradbury. The book, "Something Wicked This Way Comes". Man, what an imagination. That is not evening saying allot.

So far I have wallowed in summer, jumped into Autumn, and skimmed through a winter. I can always trust a writer that says its Halloween everyday in a sense on how he uses his imagination.

Edited: if I had an iPpod doohickey...I would cram that shit will all my favorite jazz tunes, suited for a summer hot night.