I just got a stale breath of fresh air..

Words of wisdom:

No one is going to buy the cow (a drink), if you give the milk away for free.

Since when did I stop appreciating the greatness of sunsets?

What the fuck!

The cycle of life?

I am 99.9% sure that I found Creamy the Creamsicle Corn Snake.

He's probably 3/4 of the way through Pete's digestive tract, breaking down from his original slithery state to a more.. poo state?

The normal reactions (such as, but not limited to "Rats" or "Poo") that I would respond to such an incident with just seem silly to say outloud at this point in time.

I feel like tomorrow will consist of me combing through a litter box in hopes of catching a glimpse of my once cold-blooded friend.

(R.I.P. Creamy aka No Name aka Sir Hiss aka Dude)

Completely unrelated, but is anyone else jonesin' for warm weather? For days full of waking up in underwear, making coffee, staring out onto North St. to people watch, and smelling grass for the first time in forever.. all the while the sun is tanning your face and lightening your mood? I am in dire need.

At 70mph, we sped under the overpass and all I could think of was your humorous little story. A secret story, as I like to call it. Some people get their kicks from bangin' a lot of chicks or smokin' big blunts.. you, nope. You are a different animal now. I vividly remember the stories of your out of control childhood where blood brothers, loyalty and Woodstock took precedent above all else. In the past, you'd say.

The past.. do you miss it?

Or are you satisfied standing on overpasses, letting the force of the semis below give you a simple, yet never duplicated high.

Young and naive, I thought the ol' timer phrase "bump on a log" was entertaining, silly.. hillarious, even!

Old and (wise need not apply) un-naive, I find it terrifying and unsettling.. and grossly familiar.

I think I am the definition of bump on a log.