Bushland, & those weeks. With the “Hudson River Skeeters.” It was a minute in their _______ world.

I use to run with this music crowd. Some time ago. I was living along side the Hudson River. Just below the Sing Sing prison. It was a hard year for me. The August was hot and humidity no friend to the skeeters the size of June bugs, would have ya half alive at morn. You’d need a drink! That’s when I first met the “Skeeter Clan.”

JMP and Guru Jonz (A/K/A Rob Ward) © 2003 (Album, “44th Street Basements to Blvd East” series I)