It was time to throw on the dancin shoes, and cut a mutha luvin rug. More importantly, the ole pipes were primed for pluckin some heart strings. I told the bride I wanted to perform the song of the trip (as it had become) during the DJ set. She looked me in the eyes and grinned. She knew what was up. And she was down, ya dig?
Wtf is a vertical existence? That's a loaded question with infinite answers. Vertical is the perpendicular plane to horizontal. Horizontal is where we (unfortunately) live most of our lives. It's the chronological, linear existence that inhibits presence.