Spent the evening fishing for cats and remembering Cousin Kenny down on the Toulumne at his favorite spot or as near as I could get to it considering the floods.
I can't afford to make his memorial service tomorrow down in Louisiana but me and CharlieGodammit held our own and somehow I think he'd understand.
I smoked some of that dope and drank some Granddad in the company of a fine dog and I'd swear I heard his laugh in the rushing of the waters.
Kinda sorta reminded me of times past and wasn't that what it was all about anyways, you outlaw motherfucker?
Lots of memories, more than a few tears and no damned fish.
Bo, I owe you more than I can ever repay.
Fuck the Feds.