On the way to the studio I was singing La la la la la down the hill untill I came to the Muslim school and the ladys in the burkas… so I kept the toon but switched the words to Allah allah allah (I think I was humming the Marriage of Figaro, or something) and I was transported in a moment of Middle Eastern mood when suddenly an enormous Hummer passed like punctuation. It was all tricked out with chrome instead of armor, but it seemed like a sign. I crossed the canal pondering cars as cocks and hidden women and ass holes and gas guzzlers and sex and cigarettes propped out of car windows at the end of crooked elbows waiting for the red light on Metropolitan Avenue.
