  From the frontlines of anti-establishment, even the Beastie Boys have gone ahead and waxed political on their new album. Granted, its not a cardinal sin, nor a rare occurrence hearing someone whos aware of the captive audience they have and says something contentious or otherwise political. But somehow when you hear 40ish rappers talk about the international scene in a UN/OPEC framework, it sounds like theyre getting up there.
Too old not to give a damn, yes. But I look to rap (a very tiny, tiny slice of my calorie intake) to remove me from my mundane life devoid of hoes and bitches, my humble existence without a pimp ride. Today though, I had a little sensory ecstasy that let me shed all the suspicion, angst, and welling despair that makes the world go round. I put my feet in warm Pacific Ocean waters. After an incredible blackened halibut burrito at Kis with my dear, Andrea, she suggested we go check out the actual beach itself. I left my flips on a rock and tiptoed into the rubber-wet sand and waited in suspense for the next wave to come in.
cold? Frigid? I would have chosen icy if I was in charge (to ice me ankle, mates), but to my surprise. It was very Barbados indeed. A delicious temperature. If I was even allowed to be walking like this now, Id have considered shedding my oversized clothes employed to hide the girth and just jumped in. The smell of the ocean alone intoxicated me like a cloud of cooked coke. But I didnt get hard with this. Just took in the beauty, shut my eyes for just a second, and thought about where Id like to be buried one day. 
