In my heart I'm not in Pennsylvania. In my heart I am with you driving through Southern Califas. This is disassociation from reality, I know this and I'm ok with it. One split second of the sun of our ancestors setting in your eyes, your smile, you're spanish fractured english. The Pacific Coast flashes, into Mexico...through the hills and cities. Our dead culture past calling us, filling us with soul, making us who we are.