two conversations

i had two conversations last night with loved ones in Las Vegas and Boulder. approximately, they went something like this:

"blah blah blah... hippie-fucker... blah blah blah"

and

"blah blah blah... I've got altitude sickness and a sore vagina,
but otherwise I'm fine... blah blah blah"

but this is beside the point.

the point is i woke up this morning, stretched, wrote and drank coffee (decaf). i took a shower and as i shaved, a single sentence came to me, a sentence i've been waiting for, for a long, long time...