four foot snake we walked up on. We forgot you can eat those till after it was gone.
Damn.
Drunk test: step behind Bahamian house
brick grave/tomb at Harbor Island
Sweet grave at H. Island
Why I'm glad we're taking our boat home after all.
Embracing life, and whatever experiences it offers. Building the Daydream Hog Compound. The plans are congealing. The confluence of our energies is coalescing. The corned beef of our consciousness is careening. Any friend and family that does not have their key (I realize there are many of you, sorry), please shoot Old Macaroni Baby (Jack's DJ name) an email at livingstonebuilding@yahoo.com. Grazie.
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