On fumes, I am ready to start another summer journey. Make or break, last roundup. Like an old bank robber, hoping for one last score and a little breathing room. Getting by ain't a whole lot of fun. Of course, it's all a matter of perspective. I could have been unlucky enough to be in the wrong place at Dayton or El Paso del Norte yesterday, any of those poor folks would trade places with me in a heartbeat. If they had one. For better or for worse, I'm still in the game, so fucking sad what has happened to our country, 250 massacres in 215 days, or is it
New Mexico awaits. Will let you know how it all turns out.