Eight days ago I was fishing in shit swamp, a little hole in my home’s basement which connects me to the world wide sewer. A tree had choked the life out of my foulish liquified exhaust pipe, creating all manner of distasteful blow-back.
As I stared gratefully catch-less for several hours into the ploppy abyss, fruitlessly operating a wind em up snake snag snuffer my mind wandered on such things which will amaze you, as they alarmed me. In future posts I shall allude to said thoughts in order to trigger your own shooting finger.
Ambitious evolution, lets call it.
Then, to top everything off, word came this morning that my father was checking out.
He needs witnesses and apparently I am qualified.
I’ll be off the grid for a while but thinking of you, none-the-less.
Until then, friend.