Gone John Galt
Walter....oh Walter....
Oh the days when I wish I could just live in a planned community, wear Tan pants and a turtle neck, have a sensible hair cut...have hair...not think too much, not know too much, not understand the way of the world and the battle I took on. If only I could drive a Land Cruiser and look like I could have driven out of a South American jungle race and smoked a Marlboro the whole way while winching my LandCruiser thru Leech infected waters following a more than half naked native girl trudging ahead of me in waist deep waters looking for crocodiles and tonight dinner, biting the heads off of highly poisonous snakes, occasionally turning to smile with her blood covered lips. She would be so proud to lead the manly American and could not wait to fix him a dinner and fall asleep in his arms under the Amazon moon.
And when I got home, I would shop at Wal-Mart's where all the adventure wannabe's would look at me longingly from the huge Cummin's powered Duallies, with their muddy shoes, farmer's tan, adventure seeking wife biting their lower lip in Jealousy.
Adventure, fame, sex starved Native girls...a Jedi does not seek these things....
Huh...wake up, was I sleeping? Wow I gotta lay off the Beer Brats.
Walter....oh Walter....
Oh the days when I wish I could just live in a planned community, wear Tan pants and a turtle neck, have a sensible hair cut...have hair...not think too much, not know too much, not understand the way of the world and the battle I took on. If only I could drive a Land Cruiser and look like I could have driven out of a South American jungle race and smoked a Marlboro the whole way while winching my LandCruiser thru Leech infected waters following a more than half naked native girl trudging ahead of me in waist deep waters looking for crocodiles and tonight dinner, biting the heads off of highly poisonous snakes, occasionally turning to smile with her blood covered lips. She would be so proud to lead the manly American and could not wait to fix him a dinner and fall asleep in his arms under the Amazon moon.
And when I got home, I would shop at Wal-Mart's where all the adventure wannabe's would look at me longingly from the huge Cummin's powered Duallies, with their muddy shoes, farmer's tan, adventure seeking wife biting their lower lip in Jealousy.
Adventure, fame, sex starved Native girls...a Jedi does not seek these things....
Huh...wake up, was I sleeping? Wow I gotta lay off the Beer Brats.