A warrior poet, unleashed in the jungle and alas, the wonders of you and the others. Men on the wild side of what nature creates in a world called LA. Or as you say, maybe the joint or hideaway or queen sized bed matter not. Maybe its simpler then that. It usually is. Its all in the game when the rules are there hiding in plain sight.

No rules, no game, and what awaits is chaos theory. Yes, come on boys and men pretending to be, come on to where the fun is in the taking no matter checkers or chess, the Game of Thrones is what we are speaking to.

And you wonder, what the hell for heavens sake is going on? Its there, staring you in the chops. And smiling like why the worry, its life as you deem it. And what a life it is.

Thanks of writing such wonders. Your are as I stated at the outset, a true warrior poet. Eric