shit. fairly trashed on waboritas. let's see. went to the studio, had some beer. came home, was feeling....hmmm...hard to explain. just that "eh" feeling. could go to bed, could take a naked stroll by the nuclear power plant.
then He touched me. sammy wanted to speak. so i listened. "waborita", he said. "what was that my master?" i asked. he repeated: "waborita."
instantly i was on my way out the door to purchase limes (i wasn't wearing any pants). came home, made 2 AWESOME waboritas with blanco.
now, i am a new man. sleep? nah. layoffs at work? who cares!
cabo...once again, you have answered my prayers.