marin

this guy walks into a little saloon and sits down, he draws the eyes of all the locals of this small town, he looks damn normal to me, bandana on his head, birks on his feet, he looks up and gives me a grin and says "hey dude, you too must be from marin", marin county's a.o.k. from tam to stinson all the way to m.a. fresh organic veggies in the market everyday, the dead, dylan, and n.w.a. so anyway he walks in and takes a seat in the back, dreadlocks, birkenstocks, tye-dye and hackey-sack, he says, "dude pretty trippy place, dude, i'm moon rays, dude", his beamer must be in the shop today, 'cause i saw him drive up in a cabriolet, he offers me a toke off a funny looking smoke, and my head starts to spin, life seems like a joke, so we're sitting there in this little saloon, two dudes from marin, me and the moon, and we're sipping calistogas when the juke pumps out "carey-anne", some guy at the bar says, "hey who is this fairy band?", i jump for his throat, make a fist with my hand, but moon stops the violence and says, "peace man", marin county's a.o.k. from tam to stinson all the way to m.a. fresh organic veggies in the market everyday, the dead, dylan, and n.w.a.