PHILOSOPHICAL RESURRECTION

So I sit at work, home, or wherever and feel abnormal as if something is wrong. Then it hit me like a ton of bricks in the middle of the night, I have lost touch with the Cabo Wabo. This alarms me as if I suddenly felt the pain of a heart attack. So I get out of bed and slam down some Cabo, no lime, just str8. As the Cabonano-organisms rush inside my bloodline, I feel the warmth, I feel goodness. So after the drastic measures, I smile and make me a soothing Waborita (I swear the best one is always the NEXT ONE). I go outside to and sit in the balcony and begin to plot out the road back to Cabo greatness.

You see, there is more to being one with Cabo. There are the ones that take the fun Cabo gives them, but never give back. That's where the truth and difference can be identified. Go out and have the parties of your life and get hella crunk off Cabo, but when the next day comes; if that is all that comes out of it, then you are lacking 'The Force' inside. Sorry for the Star Wars parody, but it runs right along with it. You must live and breathe Cabo, and as crazy as that sounds to some (whom obviously don't understand), it's more that a tequila, it's a way of life. It's a philosophy.

I lost touch with that philosophy, but the first step in the direction to resurrection is to recognize the problem. As the days go by and each day is plotted in accord with the philosophy, the greatness will return soon enough.

So what is the philosophy? You will know soon enough...