RP

Oh--and by the way--if you're wondering if the world I describe is ever going to hove onto the scene, not to worry, it's already here. And getting more so. I had lunch today with my ami RP. More punk than you, including tats on knuckles, hands and neck, RP is a phenomenal bassist and guitar player (who incidentally played drums with me in my fist band VS Gut). He's toured and played with a multitude of indie stars, including some of the absolute best. And he's rolled burritos to do so. So his credentials are pretty much above reproach.

Anyway, my brother was rocking a pair of Versace glasses. And I can all but guarantee that they were Versace not to impress anyone but because he liked them and despite the fact that they were Versace.

Quality wins. Inspiration wins. Care wins. What we like wins. Ultimately, love wins. And once we set it free it becomes it's own thing. And will be the place we can all get down.

I love you RP. Do your thang baby.