Damnit.
Damnit, damnit, damnit!
Silly women and their damn stubbornness. I just wanted to sleep. The couch is fine. I’ve slept on worse things. The table of a cabin in the sweltering heat. The ground on a cool night since I fell there. On the worlds most uncomfortable ‘S’ shaped chair. But noooooo, nobody listens to Brian. We’ve gotta trouble ourselves and aggravate him because we can!
Do all of the women I know have some secret underground network, passing information on how to poke at me? It seems like they all do, anyways.
Rest, sleep.
Rise and rise some more.
Stretch, yawn, say goodbye to M, rustle, shower, yawn some more. Up and at’m, B and I out the front door. Breakfast and a tour, quite a nice town with a lot of places to see for such a simple visitor, one like me. B takes me out to the Ava Maria Grotto, a place where a monk spent most of his days replicating different religious buildings and scenes on a miniature scale, out of concrete. Towards the end of the display (and towards the end of his life), I think his sanity started to slip, as some of his creations started to become little goofy. But hey, it’ll do that to ya, won’t it?
Around the graves, we sit and stare,
Around the graves, our souls do bare,
Around, around, around, around.
Shops filled with creepy antiques, shops with curtains, lining the streets.
We stop by M’s place of employment, and shuffle around. As I finally prepare myself to hit on the lovely lady in charge at the time, who controlled whether M could go or not, we’re off! We go eat lunch, chatting about the strange things about town. The lifeline for the population. We’re off again, driving around, hitting the high points, the head shop, all the good stuff. B goes home, M and I continue to roam the streets, spreading terror and destruction to the masses. We went back to zero g and got some incense, but there WAS TERROR AND DESTRUCTION. We go back to M & B’s house, where I found basically one cow cut up into about 6 pieces waiting to be cooked.
Oh god, they’re fattening me for the kill.
So there am I am scarfing down some of the best beef I have ever tasted (No dad, you’re still at the top of the list, calm down now) laughing it up with two of the coolest people I’ve met.
After dinner I get my ass kicked at G’oh. Repeatedly. Without mercy. Women can be so cruel at times. I still think it’s a conspiracy against my sanity. After my repeated thrashing we sit and talk of days long past, of Nexus, of misfits, delinquents, freaks, weirdos, outcasts, trouble makers, and rogues.
Then we talked about the people who weren’t our friends.
A night gone, an extra day passed, and it was more than worth it. Thank you M & B for your hospitality. I really hope you guys know how grateful I am, and how much fun I had. I’ll be back for more cheesecake before you know it.
Sleep, sleep, in your heart you keep…
A night passed, a breakfast eaten, a ticket finally given up.
Goodbyes said, hugs greeted warmly, and off to home I go.
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