"What age are you Living in?"

some kid oggled out the window of an SUV. That was the first time someone talked shit. We were in Missouri. Granted, we look like the cast for a movie about inter-galactic adventures in the eighties. We're still fit and healthy and determined and why would you say that anyway? Passed this river a couple days ago. A tributary of the Mississippi perhaps. I liberated the Urtle that day as well. Felt like oppressor. Tried to think of a more native name for the Urtle, but don't know what turtles speak. Pulling hundred mile days through the Ozarks. Getting getting getting. there or going. And if you look real close you'll see a grasshopper.