In The City Of Drunks

 Power out, emergency vehicles. Another drunk driver and another power outage but it was brief. From now on, I refer to Lubbock as the city of drunks and druggies. City of Drunks! City of Druggies! I wish it was still the City of Mums. But those days of relative innocence are gone for good, the little ones. And God will stuff the bullet holes with candy. Lorca.

This wonderful spider had a long life because I protected it. I'd have been happy to slaughter every shit-for-brains Bible thumping evangelical scumbag on the planet to prolong the life of this spider, and that gives you some sense of my priorities. But on to finer things, like cool mornings and honest labor with heart and hands engaged. Muscles and sweat, engaging with nature. Here's a sad fact: MOST of what comprises the human world, human culture, is sick shit.