If they not edjucated, then I don' wanna talk to 'em. Cause then I gotta listen to all that, uh, that gangsta stuff.—Man on cell phone, wearing track suit and gold chain, descending from shiny twin cab pick-up truck, at the end of the day, in Italian section of Astoria, New York
This is my bit of a blog. Rambling words about rambling days. No focus and nothing ambitious. I seem to write most about local color, nature, and animals, and there is an incomplete chunk about my road trips of 2011.
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