Telling it to the kid on the street
Kid, let me tell ya sum’in.
Ya wanna know why your momma and dada kept tellin’ ya to exercise, even when they don’t? Lemme tell ya a secret.
They don’t get no time, kid. Ain’t no time for their own, for God’s sake!
Now it happened to me the other day that I was out for a long run along The Embarcadero. It was an early mornin’ so not many people were out except other daydreamers runnin’ around like myself. We all smirk at one another as we pass by crossing our paths, because we know that we cared enuff to exercise ourselves get’in time for our own fun. It’s all about havin’ the most fun in life, kid.
Then there was the point of no return. ‘Twas the point of feeling high after long hours of runnin’ about. You’ll get transported into another world kid, where ya juz know that ya can do anythin’ in the world and ya feelin’ it, kid. Ya feelin’ lighter than air.
You fly kid. You simply fly.
Post-it note for my future husband
Honey, my morning run the other day made me remember you, even though I haven’t met you back then. I forgot what it was like to be locked in a prison. I got real high at some point, and then it became a key to your heart. Just dropping by to say I love you!
Talking to the screen: In front of the mirror, the camera, and beyond the monitor)
When you want a Quickie, and your spouse is not feeling it, go for a run.
When you get Sexcited yet apparently you don’t want anybody to notice it because you’ll get embarrassed, go for a run.
When you need to get high and feel like grabbing a cig, a dose of Ecstasy, or some weed, go for a run.
And then when you come back, you’ve got it all.
Now keep rollin’, and you’re good to go on-air!