This way. We are at Burger King getting munchies. And this person who is waiting on us, “Wait, there is a weird noise emitting from the side of the building [words illegible]. What a disappointment! Now I will munch! I got a scurvy Fish sand and spilled tarter sauce on my journal. Here it is [there is an arrow pointing to a stain on the page] Shit. That's nasty stuff. Awhh, goddammit, shit. [words illegible] Hey, has anyone seen my legs. We went to the Winery and that place is bad as hell.
THIS is a collection of Journals I kept, starting in 1972. I am adding entries here as I find the old journals and type them.
(Please Note: This is in "Blog" format, so to read journals in chronological order, start at the bottom, with the oldest post first, and read upward.)