Somewhere in the deep recesses of my head stirs the spark that will kindle the fire and desire to maybe go back. The winter cold and my winter cold produced a cold ambivalence toward the frigid universe. I envy those gosh darn happy delusional boat builders and sailors that convince themselves that they are livin' the dream. It's just life, wherever you go, there you are.
Hey! Rocky called! You remember Rocky, don't you? He said the cushions will be gosh darn tootin' ready next week. He has said this before, I may add...............