Yo - Yo - Yo

If one day, when I die, I awake the next morning, fuzzy and confused and as a different person - full of old memories of my past, but none of my own - sleeping in a new bed with a different shade of skin - a different accent - living in a new country - I think I would like to be a member of a British R&B / Blues group that plays the local art scene.

I think that is who I shall strive to be tomorrow - or the day after I die.