Desert Sand Mica

Whatever, just crash it Bob...


Whee. Signed sealed and delivered, it's mine! Car checks out, and the flight is booked. Im psyched!

The Polish people next door to us are having a party and they are out in the back yard singing Polish gospel songs of some sort. There's about 20 of them right outside my bedroom window. It reminds me of the kind of song you'd hear a group of people singing as they walk single file down a dusty mountain road, away from their homeland carrying their belongings on a mule. It's really quite quaint.

But then they end the song and laugh their asses off and clink their glasses of "whatever" and toast. I think they're all pretty loaded.


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