ain't nothing like the real thing, baby

Get up from the chair, you lazy bear. The street is the thing. I am going to try my hand at pre-Wozniak and Jobs life for a while, so don't fucking email me, I won't get it. Your words will float somewhere out there in space, little astronaut words. Send them through the telephone wire, through your touch even. I am here till Thursday in SRQ. Let's do things. 941.351.4370. Then I am going home to stay with mommy in Northern Virginia till Jan. 2. 703.541.0846. Then back in SRQ.

And Marvin Gaye and Tami Terrell sang a song about it, a damn good song.