i step outside, on the back porch, to smoke a cigarette (i'm still at cyborganic, see) and i see a man, on his roof in the building behind, on guerrero, singing out loud to "tell me why i don't like mondays" and i am overwhelmed by feeling.

i can't place my finger on it. it's the raw nature of unapologetic self-expression that i love.

i wish i had my camcorder with me.

then he changes the music to that tears for fears song, "change."