This is In Memory of Howard Hughes

He smoked any fucking thing you had on you. Dry and sweet mix like his favorite drink, scotch and water. He busted the company for guinea-piggin his ass in a complete overthrow that included him alchem-eticlly bio-metrically. He knew they knew for fucking sure, he knew weigh, too, much. We shared a boozer sunset to early mornin choppers ace-in to corral his ass and I boogied, in the Nevada, Arizona area in the desert in 6