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Left concentric Great Lakes at 17.00hrs Sunday, got into Toronto at 00.20hrs and now I'm flat out, winding down and the alarm is set for 05.15hrs...and I am fucking wound up tighter than a ✡jewish alarm clock✡ in the lunch room of a pork processing plant.

AND I'M ALMOST 700KMS (420 MILES) FROM HOME...AM I WEARY OR AM I WIERD?

At one time, for a long time up until just recent time, there wasn't a place in much of the Western Hemisphere where I was without very close and tight friends, not just associates but brothers (and a few sisters)...in a couple of cases "mothers". No matter if somewhere in Latin America, Caribbean or America or Canada, especially Toronto, Vancouver, Edmonton or Montreal, Detroit, Chicago, Cleveland, Denver, Santa Fe or Amarillo , and a lot more but the people I've been close to for a long time are a part of those places.

ACTUALLY, I HAVE TO STATE THIS GIVEN I'M PRAISING GOOD PEOPLE WHOM I KNOW...there's 2 guys in South Dakota, 1 in Lead (near Deadwood) and the other in Hill City, I don't think it would be out line and that I would be an asshole for mentioning a business owned by one of these good men, so, asshole or not, "SIC VICK'S HOUSE OF HORSEPOWER" in Hill City, by my/our standards, is owned by a very decent human being and buddy in Lead, there isn't anything that I can say, no matter how emphatic the praise, that could leave his image better than what it is now (I can't get into specifics)...when being thousands of miles from home """(away from mom)"""you'll never feel "loneliness" when in the company of people you can trust. Being in a crowd may mean that you're not alone but that doesn't mean you're not lonely.

Great people make great company no matter where in the world they are.

I know that I'm probably going to regret this and I already feel like somewhat of a slight asshole but VOAT seems to have worked it's way into the category of what I previously stated. Only with VOAT faggots can one feel at home wherever one happens to be at the time. This place is dungeon of knife wielding epileptics, a fucking viper pit where the snakes are slithering in floods of their own toxic venom...even alien life forms don't want to post or comment for fear of being informed that they're now faggots.

BUT IT'S AN EXTENSION OF HOME...AND HOME IS WHERE THE HEART IS...INCLUDING THE HEARTS OF A FEW DOZEN COONS THAT WALKED INTO THE CROSS HAIRS OF MY SCOPE. VOAT HAS MADE IT EASIER TO CONDUCT BUSINESS AWAY FROM THE ADDRESS OF MY HOME, AND THAT MEANS SOMETHING.

Sometimes this week I'm going to do a post on an old man and the "faggots" that he collected every day, 365 per year regardless of the weather and as a kid I watched this old man without understanding the real meaning of "will to survive". Every time I see the Led Zeppelin album image of the "old man humping the faggot of wood on his back" I think of that old man. So I'm going to do a post on that. .....(again??)