As one travels down the road of continual madness and endless distractions, we must understand that an interruption is needed to alter the directional forwardness. A revolution, a revolt, a mutiny aimed at the ordinary. Without dramatic radical alteration, we find ourselves, in the not too distant future, waking up from this zombielike fog, too late to show the world who we are, too late to enjoy our time in the sun, too late to do our thing. There is no profile for the Kingfish Way, only a slightly opened door waiting to be kicked in. And, that door, oh that precious door, will lead you out of the ordinary, and into the stunning. Live my child, live with reckless abandon, go to the beach, and damn the clothes.