mr. hanging cold fire circle. mr. didn't poop this morning prompting fears of a potential return to the grim clinic. we started on the second loop and were distracted by two girls one in leopard spot house slippers carrying a load with a bad back saying people from other states were causing her mischief via cell phone and did not elucidate. he quickened his somber pace thinking of another round of dentist bones but we turned back home. and that's all the news so far. oh yes, my friend at open produce read stoner through the night and was on cloud 9.