dedicated to the pursuit of inner peace through intellectual violence
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
When they brought you in here you was cryin' like a baby!
A day in the woods and turkeys spotted but not shot. Quail for days. Deer around every corner. Foxes and coyotes cavorting with an army of groundhogs and squirrels and always the incessant chatter of the non-game warblers and finches and who knows what else. I love being out of town and in the woods. Gets you back to normal. Yeah, the ex wants a gang of money she totally doesn't deserve and I don't really have but hey, fuck it, I'm in the woods with my girl. Just booked a few days of work for next week and maybe I'll go turkey hunting after that, right? Fuck it, I'm in the woods! I wish you all could experience this as it makes my heart soar like an eagle being out here. When I die, if I die, I don't know yet if I really want to, bury me in the Los Padres National Forest with no marker. The only way to visit will be to wander around in the great outdoors wondering if you've pissed on my grave.