"Remember yesterday..." lyric from a Skid Row song that came to mind as I entered my cubicle this morning. I was taking my cell phone out of my pocket and placing it in front of the monitor. The key guard was on and my thumb was already disengaging it as it was being removed from my pocket. A flash thought of accessing my voice mail. The security of a password to access the voice mail. Enter in the song lyric to a time several years ago in Palm Springs where Billy had been killed.
I remember being in the motel room and his cell phone was there. Sprint. No one was able to access the numbers inside because the phone was locked with a password. Everyone was silent.
I remember you.
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The daily jazz of my mind, as pure & honest as possible; but know that words are themselves filters of the original thought/idea.
