well i got my skinny puppy ass up to my brother's, i et a butt lode, smoked&drunk by osmotic pressure, nearly avoided meat, and ass the volume continued rising i ubered my skinny potbellied ass home.

 so i feel like a real uber mensch yet dissatisfied cuz i can never eat enough pie and i'm a drunk who can't partake in the spirits that enliven the backyard and flummox the hungry ghosts, and guilty cuz we don't talk and i don't come enuf and my gut rumbles and i feel more freak and want to get back to mister.

 yeah dude i can get my bony ass up nawth for a price in comfort and style, but i can't convey myself the same old story, as mr.duell may attest who was there from my down and out in carbondale days and dan who laughed with me reminiscing about the bonfire we made in pleasant valley with disused furniture from neighboring trailers with a plush chair on top i climbed into born of the flames giddy and miraculously un-singed. i can convey on occasion an old old story but not myself, i still don't know him. oh what am i saying finally, i came i went i was there the main thing, is you attend you are counted if you are counted you count, i came back home to mister.