My story-garden oft goes untended during summertime. The hoe becomes rusty lying in untended dirt. Long days beckon. Priorities shift to play. Time slips into the future. Weeds overtake produce.
"We are here to unlearn the teachings of the church, state, and our educational system. We are here to drink beer. We are here to kill war. We are here to laugh at the odds and live our lives so well that Death will tremble to take us." C. Bukowski
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