naked_music Dafremen In the dream, I walk out into the street stark naked, with the tempo driving me on. I'm in downtown San Diego and the traffic stops as people stare at the lunatic half dance-strutting down the boulevard. They smile and they point but I don't see them, I'm somewhere else. Wrapped in the rythmn that soothes my mind, I am nirvanaman. Halfway up Broadway, a trail of gawkers in my wake, a woman decides she is going to put me in my place. She points at my johnson and starts to laugh. As only a mad Daf can do I look right through her and SMILE, the biggest, most self-satisfied grin you have ever seen in you life. Her smile evaporates as I continue my groove and shuffle on down the way. See, she doesn't get it, probably never will. Truth be told, none of them do and few of them can. These are, after all, just people. With music in my soul, I am a god. Aren't we all? 030403 what's it to you? who go blather from