Yes, Dickie, we can go home now. How many times can we walk the same streets before it all gets washed away. Wetted down. Crapped. Dickie and his Kin have lived here for ages and ages. The Old Lady and all that goes with it, crammed into one small space in one sprawl. Have you seen the constellations over yer head, dickweed? Have you seen the spot under yer heels that some claim to be gumspots? moneyshots. Fuck all that came before ye. Make art on a blog and then yull be OK, dont just sit there. I'm beginning to think the tellers and such are involved in the plot - I cannot look them in the eye and they must not know that I am uncomfortable in their lines - that is the rule above all else - They Must Not Know! All human interaction must be done with cool confidence - above all else! Do not falter in this charge!

American Mink

Saw what I believe to have been an American Mink today while coming down the Cucumber Tree Trail on the East Side. It was down in the creek-bed and it scrambled about on the hillside for a few minutes until disappearing into the brush. It did not seem to be too bothered by our presence. It was all black. I have never seen one of these in the wild before. Pretty cool.