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A shaft, no, not the character of the critically acclaimed television series of the same name, but the auto part that connects the front axle to the rear. I bought a motor home for $2500 dollars on Wednesday night and drove it to Molalla on Thursday, only to have the drive shaft tear itself loose and fall out from under the vehicle bouncing, clanging, scraping and finally flying away from the motorhome and off the road into a ditch, leaving my new house and wheels motionless. The open road, once again closed.
If you haven’t noticed, I’ve posted a lot less lately. I know it sounds trite to write about ones writers block, but here I go…
I’ve decided to quit that stupid laundry list bullshit. It seems that everytime I make up a list, I end up throwing it away and doing other stuff. So I have decided to throw it away!
I spent most of this week out in the suburbs/country where my mother and step dad live. They have quite a classic garden and I spent a lot of time working on things around the house and yard. My plans have altered quite a bit since my original plans a year ago. Next week marks my half-way point for the year and I still feel quite at a loss.
…I don’t really know what to say at this point. Too busy taking care of shit to write.
This week at Rabbitstick I fell way off the paleo diet wagon into a world of foggy-brains, swelling lymph-nodes and runny sinuses.
So, as many of you know, I sort of act like a drama queen sometimes… okay, fairly often. And as you may have read in Penny Scout’s genius tabloid spoof “Scout’s on the Outs,” we broke things off on Wednesday.
Day 1 was a success! What? You want to know what I did this last week? I can’t remember… too much planning for Rewild Camp and too much worrying over nuclear disaster.
So, as you may have read in my last post, I came home the other day to find Penny Scout sitting in my kitchen shooting the shit with my roommates after driving some 2000 miles for a surprise visit.
When we no longer maintain a relationship with the spirits, the spirits have to eat our psyches. And when the spirits are done eating our psyches, they eat our bodies. And when they’re done with that, they move on to the people close to us. -Martin Prechtel
“Oh, what a feelin’, when you’re dancin’ on the Grave of Civilization!”
Continue reading ‘Week12: From Cave to Grave With Penny Scout’
What do you get when you cross Urban Scout with seven vodka soda’s, two shots of rum, and a bunch of punk rock kids with a home-made tattoo gun?
What a fucking week. I have no idea how to summarize in one paragraph the events that occurred, aside from the title its self. So, I hope that can hook you enough to read about my ridiculous week.
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