My Town. They don´t have Halloween here. It´s the day after, and it´s El Día de los Muertos - The Day Of The Dead - EVERY FRIGGIN THING IS CLOSED. Glad I got gas in the car, diesel in the truck, hot dogs and buns, and BEER. Ollie Ollie Oxen Free!!!!!
I dislike, in general, twitter and facebook. But, these days, how can I escape their bondage? Tumbler seems to be my ticket- for now. Until we´re taken back to stoneagedom by a North Korean or Chinese launched EMP, I´m stuck with having every single one of my stomach rumblings broadcast to the world. The more I strive to divorce myself from the affairs of mankind (a curious word) the more I find out about he, and, he the more about me. Makes me want to take up the wigwam and drum, but, eventually, some damn fool would introduce the digital smoke signal.
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