From the Liberty Bell to the Urban Revival Festival, they find you. They teach you lessons. They introduce you their masters. I’m, like, getting sick of these urgent requests. I’m, like, totally getting fed-up with your perpetual catastrophies. Come back to me when your waters ease. I never knew your grandfather and I never heard a single story about your childhood vacations. You drop these comments like they’re free. You curse and bitch like words have no consequences; like, as if, you’re soul is separated from the words you utter. Pull your soul out of the gutter, then get back to me. I'll be over here looking at the Liberty Bell, because I'm so damn proud of our American noise making mechanisms.