Still here. Dropped this apple and felt great sympathy. Foraged walnuts. Met a man by the river and drank his Keystone Ice. Now in Eastern Standard Time zone. Reading the Twilight series. Feeling too much. Someone should stab Stephenie Meyers in the eye. Not that that would do anything. Looking feral. Smelling homeless. Which I am. Feel like circus music should burst from the bike. People stare. At my butt, mostly, which is looking phenominal these days.