Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
30 September 2006
Lonesome Dove
Maybe I am going to move to Texax. At least now I think I want a quarter horse and a big hat. I have been listening to Willie Nelson. They like dogs and horses out there and there is lots of space. The more country music I listen to though, I get reminded about the whole red state thing and that might be worse-to live on a great ranch in a red state than a tiny little beach lot in a blue one.
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