I missed my revolution. What's a boy to do? Don a balaclava for jaysus? Smoke a fat havana? Think I'll buy me a beret. Brush up on mi español. Grow a fumanchu. Move fifty years down south. Find me a spanish speaking babe to dance the dance in a red dress shouting viva la vida all night long till the sun comes up and roosters crow at hungry dogs in a dusty street.
r ~ 5/24/14
\•/\ | Che in a beret in the merry / \ month of May.