The Commander and Kadizzle spent the day cutting down thorny brush, cutting weeds, and making our new home presentable. The weed eater spun, the pruners pruned, and the blower blew. Things are now tidied up and as the people in Australia say we have "house pride". Our yard belongs to you, and you, and you, and the Forest service.
After our yard work we went to check on the bums. Our old camping area was sparsely populated. Our favorite bums were not there. Kadizzle is concerned Gary may have gone to bum heaven, where cigarettes grow on trees. They killed him here, but you cannot get killed in heaven, and surely there are no rules against smoking in bum heaven. Duane is probably still alive. Last year he dreamt of the new campsite he would move to in Arkansas. Duane is probably sitting there with a little umbrella in his drink living the life of bum ease.
Maybe there will be a bum migration soon and some new bums will show up. One fellow we did encounter today looked like he had a good start on the bum life. There are a lot of people in Arizona living on the edge. Social security is all they have, and a lot of them piss that away on gambling or some other simple minded activity.
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