You rock like Ike! Groove like Miles! Dance like Travolta! Spell like Akeelah! And rhyme like a poet from late antiquity! Do you remember when you once told me about a dream you had. In the dream you were dressed in the robes of a young sun god standing on top of a pyramid receiving adulation from huge throngs of people. I didn't know what to make of it. I figured you rock like Edith Piaf and the Beastie Boys playing at a backyard barbecue! Have your dreams!
