Return of the Jedi/King/Library Book

Some more shit happened while I was in Quebec. More beer was consumed. One night we ordered (well Simon ordered... French) a 4 litre pitcher of this 9% beer. The waiter told Simon, in French, nice knowing you. Truer words were never spoken. Matt ended up disappearing into the night, and Simon and I stumbled after him. I awoke in my own puke, fucking classy/close to death. It is apparent I can't go to a foreign country without coming close to death (if you haven't heard the other stories, ask me in person... shame).

(As a side note, this is Duane Allman not me... yeah fuck that)

Matt and I sadly had to depart the land of French speaking goddesses and headed south. We stopped off for a night at the farm in VT. Complete nothingness always feels good. Drank whiskey, smoked cigars, and talked... well I talked while Matt texted (literally the kid was like a crack head after not being able to text in Canada). Good times. Plann

ing a return trip (it's true, check the guest book at the farm, it's in there).

Going back to Fulkertown tomorrow. Hopefully Macklin and Dougal didn't burn down the place. I have faith... kind of. Not much time left there. Hell not much time left on this coast... shudder at the thought. Many years ahead, it's hard not to be scared. Get amped on life, get amped on the future. Where we're going, we won't need roads.