Put a cold spell on this city -- I want to wear snow pants again
My hair has gotten pretty long, and I dyed it black. Accordingly, I must now acquire a leather jacket. Having studied the
Lots of people are making plans to go to
I seem to have lost my passport in a train tunnel. A hobo probably found it. Chances are, this transient freight rider has been detained by a NSA agent and upon presenting my passport as identification my name has been added to the infamous no-fly list. At least I'm in good company: Cat Stevens and every single non-white person in the whole world. At least the hobo has acquired: a passport book with very few stamps, a funny story to tell at the oil drum hobo campfire, freshly dyed black hair, a playful demeanor, and good credit.
Leaving the country could prove difficult.
This weekend was fairly relaxed. Thursday night was nuts. I can't talk about it. Julia and Kait mentioned Friday night. Saturday night was spent building bikes with Peter and Lauren.
New projects have been consuming lots of time. The latest project includes "flying" and does not include massive amounts of PCP.

3 Comments:
no PCP= no fun
no PCP= no fun
weget it flynn.... you LOVE pcp
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