yerba mate

So, its been said that I look like this guy, and that's a first.  Cool.  He sang about perfect days and heroin and all things darker than all things cool at the time, a bit like that other weirdo on the west coast.  The difference being that the eastern anti-star underwent a bit of electrocution, which he was told was for his own good, whereas the western medicine-man just saw some dead folk bleeding on the roadside.  These are apparently turning points.  

Unlike, say, ice skating with your mom on a sunday afternoon in Bryant Park.  Mom is so damn cool!  Every time somebody fell, she said "that was a good one!"  Heh.  Mom.

My next search in this burg is to find some yerba mate, and there's a paraguayan place that hopefully will serve it in a gourd.  Then maybe I'll look like this guy.