Tree By River
2007-04-06 - 4:18 p.m.
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I like Jesus, really I do. I'm not too sure what he would think of his followers, though.
I ventured down by the river, near a new development of condominiums. I'm not really sure anyone lives there, but they do have internet.
Its snowing, the geese huddle on the shore of the river, while behind them lurks the hulking girth of the local powerplant, shrouded by the falling snow.
Lots of tall sea-oates around, behind me is a marinna. Across the river is the coast guard station.
The power plant dominates the skyline in the area. Its tough to get good look at the bay without seeing the belching smoke-stack.
Anyway, I bought a power-inverter, so I end up writing in various places from my car. Its only matter of time before I get harassed, or even picked up. Strangely, other than the inconvenience, I dont care.
Someone has to stand up to the paranoia. So I sit in my car and tap on my laptop? Maybe I take a picture or two. Maybe I'm wearing sunglasses.
Sheezus. They will throw me in a cell with four other bubbas and that will be the end of me.
Oh fuckin' well.
Gotta' die sometime.
(I just hope its not caused by incarcerated redneck sodomization)
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