It was an iconic sort of day at the craggy sea cliffs. The water was pounding the rocks below making all the sounds that you dream it will makes. The clouds rolled and boiled in stormy unrest, and wisps of low grey and fog swirled here and there. It was cool, but not terribly cold, and the wind was just right to blow your hair to the left if you had your back to the ocean. It would have been paradise for me, a world of perfect wonder, had there not been thirty five different camera crews shooting rock album covers and music videos for post-grunge bands.
An albatross rode the wind up over the cliffs and hung there majestically over the rough sea. Dozens of cameras whirled around to capture it.
"Dude, if you look really closely at this picture of Incubus in Rolling Stone, there's some guy's head sticking over the rock in the left corner."
"Where?"
"There. See it?"
"Dude, isn't that the lead singer of Nickelback?"
"Dude! It is! Quick, get the issue of Spin with the Nickelback on the cover."
"Okay. Let's see... DUDE! Check it out! The guitar player from Incubus! On the right!"
"AWESOME!"
Hello, friends. How are you today?
Later. Love.
P. S. - Aphter: Eighteen. Thanks for stopping by.
