Dylan says hussy's aint got respect. My little vacation to Home Planet Kickapoo has been a moderate success. I've seen some old friends and enemies, relived my unglorious days at high school track meets, and of course took it easy for a bit. My new running shoes just came in the mail, tommorow morning I take their virginity. On friday I did 10 hours of physical labor, mostly demolitions involving such instruments as sledge hammers and crowbars, lots of fun, but lots of work. I was destructionating for a fellow running friend of mine who asked me to accompany him on a brisk 12 miler after work, being the lunatic that I am I simply couldn't pass it up, and hey, it felt pretty good. It's been raining like Portland here (WHAT DID YOU DO PISTOL PETE!?). The river is flooded, my brother and I went down to challenge mother nature, shes a toughy, but we survived. It's a good thing I double tied my swim trunks otherwise......well I'm sure you can picture my naked white bum in dirty water hanging onto a tree branch. I think I'll leave you with that thought.
Que'est-ce que je peux faire?
Dylan