They say it never rains in Southern California. Well it rains every single day in Seattle, WA. They also say "when it rains, it pours", it sure does. We may pull our hoods over our heads, zip our North Faces to the top, but you'll never see us with an umbrella.

Coughing & catching colds, we don't care.

Letting the rain wash away the make up on our faces, maybe that's why our girls are the best.

The authenticity of you, Seattle, makes me think that I'm living my life on top of a vinyl record spinning around Mt Rainier's breasts.

You know, Seattle's like that girl you never meant to fall in love with. She's the coolest girl in the world & she looks better than Miami when she actually tries. But even when she doesn't, for some reason those grey skies are something to look forward to. 

There's no lust here, you really have to love it.

You pot smoking, black fingernail painting, coffee drinking, gauge wearing, depressed "I have no idea where my life is going & I'm totally fine with it" hipsters.

Oh, you didn't know that we invented Jimi Hendrix & Kurt Cobain? Ken Griffey Jr, even Ray Charles stopped in Seattle with those dark frames. Bruce Lee kicked plenty of ass up & down these Seattle streets. 

I can't lie, California you're killing it with the beaches. & I know I'm biased but damn there's something about a lake. There's no saltiness to our water & I'm telling you nothing beats wake surfing at night.

The best part is that I'll probably fall at the same time the sun does. Get the bon fire started because night's calling. When the street lights come on, the rules go off.

You drug addict, premature sex having, blow your ear drums out rebels. You thought we were kidding when we said "sex, drugs & rock n roll?" Oh tonight, we're sleeping on the trampoline.

You know life gets scary when you're living out the dreams you had last night. Sometimes I take your beauty for granted. Those clear skies, muddy wetlands, green pine trees, even the pink and blue hair dye that match the dawn skyline. Such a site to see. Without you, Seattle wouldn't be what it is.

We are the creators of the new universe. We connected the world. Thank you Mr Gates, he gave us the windows to see what our neighbors were up to. We gave the world nirvana. We gave birth to Jimi's experience. We give the world flight. We made you look forward to waking up in the morning. We were the first to legalize freeing your mind.

Seattle, are you heaven?

I wasn't around when Mt St Helens threw a fit, but I was there when they blew the Kingdome up. I think a lot more people died that day.

Our dry souls fill up with rain water. Our lungs are filled with God's herbal blessings. Ezell's chicken, Dick's burgers & Yoshino's teriyaki fill our empty stomachs. Our ears are filled with grunge music & old acoustic folk chords. 

You band t-shirt, big beard wearing, dirtbags. Cloudy weather, no snow having, big walking piece of art.

Seattle your mountains couldn't be painted any prettier, your women couldn't be any more authentic. We don't have 100 degree weather, it usually stays around 70. We don't have white sandy beaches & models, our girl's play guitar & snowboard. We don't have actors & actresses, no Rolls Royces & Bentleys, mostly Subarus & pick up trucks. No ocean, just lakes & the sound of the Puget. No bright lights & Hollywood signs. The only thing we have going for us is the Space Needle sticking its neck out there for us, putting its life on the line just for the beauty of the skyline.