Ghosts in Hollywood.

Dear Kurt,

A few nights ago, at our week long stay at what had to be one of the fucking coolest hostels on the planet (up until the point where we got kicked out for our preaching),

We had made two true believers out of a couple of locals. First, as we were getting stoned off of some great weed, I felt the munchies kick in, and I glanced down at the desk in the tiny room to find a random fortune cookie in its wrapping.

Who knows how long it had been there, or where it had came from.

But I eagerly snatched it up and didn't even think of what the "fortune" might have said inside.

As I cracked open its shell, I pulled the slip of paper out in slow-motion as the words struck me like a jackhammer.

"Music is the Soul of Language"


It gives us both chills as I write. And the non-believer by my side's jaw dropped.

Helluva trick.

Then as we sat on the smoking/drink till you drop patio... One of the hardcore, typical 'defend America for all its invisible bullshit' types had the fucking nerve to say to me;

"You know Dave Grohl wrote most of Nirvana's songs..."


And like clockwork... I laughed, we turned the dial on the radio -- and Come As You Are started from the very beginning...

They both looked as though they had seen a ghost... And I nonchalantly say:

"Kurt accepts your apology."


This next one goes out to this country and all it's corruption.


Love and Peace or Else

Performed by U2
Written By Kurt Donald Cobain

Lay down Lay down

Lay your sweet lovely on the ground

Lay your love on the track

We're gonna break the monster's back

Yes we are...Lay down your treasure

Lay it down now brother

You don't have time

For a jealous lover


As you enter this life

I pray you depart

With a wrinkled face


And a brand new heart

I don't know if I can take it

I'm not easy on my knees


Here's my heart


I'll let you break it


I need some release, release, release


We need

Love and peace


Love and peace


Lay down


Lay down your guns

All your daughters of Zion

All your Abraham sons

I don't know if I can make it


I'm not easy on my knees

Here's my heart

I'll let you break it

I need some release, release, release


We need

Love and peace

Love and peace


Baby don't fight


We can talk this thing through


With me, me and you


I'll call on your phone

The TV is still on


But the sound is turned down


And the troops on the ground

Are about to dig in

And I wonder where is the love?


Where is the love?


Love and peace


Where is the love?

Where is the love?

Where is the love?