The Gonzo Wolf

I’m trying to get everyone in the condo complex to have Sunday night pow wow before the work week. I’m pseudo-successful in my attempts. They look at me like scared animals determining if it’s free food or a trap of some sort. It’s a way to share stuff, build community, what have you, without a religious theme to muck it all up. The CKC instead of the KKK. Cool Kids Club; not Kool Kids Klub. I’m like the community big brother to some and I gotta look out for my peeps. Everyone in the complex is invited to the circle; even the two dudes who don’t like me. Anyway, my neighbor is a soul singer who travels and I like to play a little guitar. These are the perks of living in an artsy-fartsy neighborhood in a big city. Like Foreman’s Basement, but with mosquitos. I looked up, and my wife was filming. I’ve played this song a dozen times on YouTube, but never with this energy behind it. That energy is personal. Oddly enough, I feel better. Almost like some weight lifted from my shoulders. Hope you enjoy it. This is one of my originals titled “Fire Hose”.