It was the best of times, it was worst times; time put in perspective revealed a first in time. A tale of two testaments to triumph and trial, it was a mission of madness; an intentional mistake. Fiddle and diddle with the dictates of dickens, marvel at the mischief and momentum of his message.

Happily holding the hand of my flower picking potato, sensing her inner scent while I promise never to let go: A lie!! Reminiscent of that very hot July, when the children of non convention congregated in their pride. Pills, needles and grass juxtaposed with one night stands equaled pimps and complete anarchy so God blessed San Fransisco.

It was the summer of love largely likened to non-other. 200 knighted horsemen clearly screaming bloody murder, 100 ordained priests nearly yelling holy order ... It was a holiday of "peace"; a very fun July, a carnivorous feast; a true but hateful lie.