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A new day. A new life continues.

Part I

Ya know, I was going to go off on the bikers being just as bad as the churchers, but, ya know, that's not the way to do things.  Moondoggie's right.  Live and let live.  Get even.   Hit hard, harder, hardest when necessary.

I was going to relate the words of the bikers, the flipped cigarette at Rosie by the biker chick, because I was talking to the biker Moonie said.  I was going to "relate" the words and looks by a couple of the dirty old men with their flag tattoos.  They were as bad as the churcher preacher and his slug of a incest rial son.  And daughter too, most likely, as stupid and bovine they all looked.  But, our philosophy teacher at the HS was talking about man, superman, and current possibilities of mankind and I got to thinking..... why obsess on the negative.  Just get even, if necessary, and Moonie said it wasn't necessary, yet, and let him do the evenses.

Well, women back home get even themselves and I don't need Moonie to get even, if necessary, if when, if we are confronted verbally and physically, if the time comes I guess we'll both get the churchers.

And, well, the bikers, they were just as low class as back home.  Even the miners didn't use language like they did at the gas stop, especially in public places like that.  Wow!  We see a lot of stupid boys, and girls also, at the HS, in the halls, but these were supposed to be adults.  Men who I thought would step in between the minister and his kids and me when Moonie was getting gas and didn't see what was happening.  Wow! Did that fat bald biker step in.  He smelled bad too.  And his chick was more hairy than he was, even if she was wearing a flag bandanna.  I guess she must of thought that she looked pretty chick-fil-lay baby.

Anyway, our teacher, Mr. Farquay, was talking about the great religions last week and talked about all the good ones have love in common.  The bad ones have fear and hate in common.  So, after having to write a paper and having talked about it all week, Moonie and I decided to let the dogs sleep and hit them so hard if they come back at us that they'll go back to their lairs and eat their own bowels.

So.  No details.  Enough already.  See what Moonie's been doing this week.  He's been drawing people for a big painting downtown.  I don't know if the drawing will show up but it'll do until he starts painting it.