Last Night I Saw the Magic Man
Last night was some crazy shit alright.
I've got one piece of advice for you...
don't ever go to a neighborhood festival in Chicago after say nine at night.
It's cool if you hit it in the day earlier and stay all night.
But you don't want to walk into a party like that by the time everyone's been drinking one liter beers out of big plastic steins all day.
Bad mojo right there.
Twenty bucks and one and a half beers later it was time to scoot.
I went down to the 'park' and I saw the 'Magic Man.'
The whole city was crazy I swear to gahd.
Maybe it was the full moon...
crossed with a Saturday night...
with a bit of the spell of the first night of summertime thrown in...
but man it was just freakin' crazy out there.
Magic Man's always a conjurer of cool though...
and we chilled out and watched all the chaos roll.
Hadda good talk.
Watched a little midnight voodoo.
By that time it was three thirty in the morning.
And we'd had a few.
I only figured that out right now after I looked at the time on this shot.
I wasn't watchin' the old watch and I was just kinda surfin' the vibe on the street.
As skydivers say...
I 'lost track of time and altitude.'
When the sun started to rise I looked at it and I said...
'Holy shit is that the sun?'
I am one sore mofo right now.