Jesus,Remember when I got the juice?
I am writing this account to avoid possible loss of feeling from my soon to be day full of popping cherry socials, being officially classified the Nation's first and only driver for socialized medicine courtesy of our current administration and Head of State, President Barrack Obama, trip to Costco, verbal agreement in front of my home to buy 24 brown eggs repaid when food learns (tonight or tomorrow), formal offer of cooperative life in same global small yet undetermined participation in undetermined bondage--reciprocity unspecified to maintain greater good available as supplement, suggested today with immediate, rigorous exorcise, adopted, from sluggish, muddy hiking-fast experiment where a stream fordable--world's largest Redwood windows (only packed dress shoes), follow-up in person rejection (nothing more than additional opportunity), Six Rivers copy of resume--uneven, semi-apocryphal--delivered by hand, recovery application employment, filliped, today--middle certain nervous breakdown decision's end, transportation bank, appointment Friday 11:15 on arrival, McKinleyville (closed for lunch, or smoking last strain medical marijuana under great threat found in broadcast news on radio), filed CV through mailbox ...everything from inclusion--Herculean time barely 15:30.Tomorrow, hunting (to last), looking well-delay (not my worry), resumption activities, except unforeseen disasters on curtain stands towering majestic redwood bit-through whispers, supernatural life mist discovered (1991), awnings, entire ecosystem walks 300 feet...miraculously contain sea-life!