life of the king I awaken at 11:30 a.m. get into my chinos and a clean green shirt open a Miller’s, and nothing in the mailbox but the Berkeley Tribe which I don’t subscribe to, and on KUSC there is organ music something by Bach and I leave the door open stand on the porch walk out front hot damn that air is good and the sun like golden butter on my body. no racetrack today, nothing but this
