in order to get here,
we said goodbye to the packing inspector,
and had to go here,
picking up a bit of eau de skunk here,
Trevor relishing the freshness,
and then in the fullness of time and with the cooperation of the synchronicity sprites we happened along a park in this guy's birthplace here-
and while i may not be a strong activist, Mr. Chip (short for Chip off the old Shakti) channeled my long and unwavering loathing for St. Ronnie and his voraciously greedy and exploitative cohort and their foul and bitter legacies by symbolically doing to the memory of St Ronnie what has been done in his name to the non-have-mores for so unrelentingly, singlemindedly, simplemindedly long...
After conducting what we all agreed was a fitting and overly generous pre-centennial celebration of the dying gasps of republicanism we continued through here,
to the house, where after two days of sleeping i did another 300 miles south where Chip in his quest for that perfect full body rub looks like this
he cleans up well... so we did and met these guys at the HDBC
these guys at my folk's house
and after approximately 3500 miles of road was able to relax on the deck and see this
as we contemplate the ephemerality of peach trees...