while Alan Webb (there i go, dropping names again) went pounding down the
pavement at the corner of Agate and 19th, running shirtless under a rather
hot sun, the degenerates sat at the19th St. Grill, sucking down Terminators
and fries and looking for the ghost of Malmo.
George, where are
In NYC monastery studying a new kind of Kung Fu under new masters. While
my new Masters would easily let me walk the earth to Eugene (two of them
are UO track alums) in search of track nut brethren, I felt it would be
too much of a distraction.
Bad timinig has been the story of my life.
