Geez man, I'm feeling an old familiar twang when I read this stuff. Dredges up ex-wifes, a year on the road with a travel travel trailer, a canoe, a quad, and a cr
zy wench. Trips to Idaho together, with me coming home alone...
Ain't me envyin' your spot. It didn't solve a thing making little swirling noises all over the west as I spun my wheels.
fer my money, find yer place in the world, which has to include people you can trust and love, and dig in for the haul... It ain't gettin' better.
