Fruit-striped Gum
With a mouthful of fruity goodness, Jawa Warhol greets the Springtime. While he has yet to see the true signs of Spring flower in his beloved Lorain, Ohio (he always marks the first ray of Spring as the first warm night he sees a grown man hurtle down the craggy streets on a pocket bike), he feels celebratory, if not effervescent.
One of the reasons for his renewed joi de vivre is that he’s decided, on the basis of the attached track, that he indeed does have more flava than fruit-striped gum; he may, in fact, have the same tart flava as those beautiful little squares of plastic-like rubber he used to chaw upon when he was a boy–they were alleged to be watermelon-flavored, weren’t they?