brXerland
In a city, far below the streets, brXerland creeps out of the mire and crawls through the tangle of cables and tubing that provide sustenance to everything that passes above. And just as the Neanderthal discovered his voice reverberating deep below the earth in a cavern, brXerland developed his vocal chords in the catacombs of the metropolis - singing the traditional verses of Bob, John, Neil, and the good old boys.
Here is a good piece of advice that brXerland received from another man in the underground who had spent a very long time in a penal institution.
He said: “When you are down and when you're out – pick yourself up, dust yourself down, and get on the road again.”
“So”, says brXerland, “while you are on your journey down and then back out of the subway, on your way to work, or on your way home, or on your way elsewhere, please take the time to look at that other person standing there, doing whatever it is that he or she is doing, and smile!” The cowboy hat? Well that is just another story ;)
