black and white swamp.

copp got hit by a runaway skateboard crossing spider bridge, and he looked scared and confused, but all right. the kid was very apologetic. i had just watched a group of ten crossing the highway directly under the bridge, screaming and stopping traffic, but i was happy to see the kids' concern over my baby boy.

drink from underground.

future babe.

hard times are comin', hard times come again no more. i'm reading the history of the march to montgomery.  there were angels made on that march that are still with us today, crying over our shoulders.

i was talking with a dog friend over the model yacht pond fence and copp was skidding his butt with a boner. we all had a good laugh. my friend said, hey whatever floats your boat's what i say!