it was an intense morning. nothing bad happened. met a fellow crossing spider bridge in his bike. thought for a mo he was stopping for mister, but he had a sugar drop. he told me of his various ailments and said, i just got to get out here. withal his hurts he was beaming. i was beaming too. withal the hurts. he reached in and brought a little case forth and i thought he was giving me a card, but it was a neatly rolled spliff. the good stuff, gnome sane. he said life is good. i said, it just got better. glad to meet you my brother.