WELL...it all feels so dangerous. Running around with scissors. It’s like feeding an addiction with some kind of “A” personality fire. It’s that pain-in-the-ass monkey on your back that’s always jazzed for another Goddamn banana. It’s a long way from double flips off of Kit’s diving board to over-charged credit cards, third stage smog alerts and terrorist threats. But listen hear. That doesn’t mean it hasn’t happened— that little dance with the decades. —MO