Obviously, my name is not sequential order because I thought I'd share what I did earlier this week during my ME TIME. I set in my comfy chair, blew some of the dust off some vinyl records, and had me some delicious melodic chow. It was midnight deliciousness. If brunch is eating between the hours of breakfast and lunch then what is it called between the hours of midnight and breakfast? Fastbreak? I suppose so because it doesn't last for long. At any rate, here is a picture from an appreciative person who caught me enjoying loveliness. And there is another one of a sleep walker exploiting my medicinal slumber.
Until then, I'll continue having fun late night conversations with Nina Simone, Billie Holiday, miles, and those who put the B in BOP jazz.
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