


Zhivago, his real name. Very cool guy. Straight up Rastafari.

The doctor, once more.

Greetings from Eleuthera.
The royal palms I saved from certain destruction. $200 each, some say. Whateves.
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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