There was a guy that killed a guy, some other wingnuts, and a Franciscan Friar who is having trouble not masturbating and serenaded me in his little car outside Sacramento. Then with a clever cop-evasion where I made myself so inconceivably tiny as to be invisible, I rode the train a thousand miles from Reno to Cheyenne, Wyoming. The stuff in between is all either very breathtaking, very cold, or on fire. Now I’m at the Denver Public Library. Shhh! Be very quiet.
So the plan from here is a simple one – go around the world. Will I succeed? Probably not- I spent $4.50 yesterday which is roughly 3% of my total operating budget, which doesn’t bode well, but somewhere on the east coast there are Christmas trees to be sold and fortunes to be made… I might just have a shot.