Ancient Fried Killing Pagodas

What the Hell can I say....I've done it all. I saw S-21 prison, I threw a hand grenade into a pond, I watched children playing in the killing fields just yards away from the towering pagoda full of skulls, I climbed the spires of ancient Angkor Wat, I ate frogs..WHOLE fried frogs and yes, they taste EXACTLY like chicken. I have a room that's so 007 I'm afraid to open the closet for fear there's a cobra waiting within.

I;m too overwhelmed to write much more...

Greyhound & Underground

So far, nothing but one big fucking picnic. Tomorrow I take another Greyhound up to Melbourne where I will then stitch a public bus route with a beach trolley route together so as to make it up to Cocoa Beach. I love this shit! Makin' it cheap as Hell is the way. No reason to bitch and no excuses not to do it.
Now you'd think walking would be the cheapest and you'd be right, BUT you can't walk just every-ol'-where. The causeways that connect Florida's mainland to many of its beaches are only walkable to the point where they become bridges, then what, fuckface? You could thumb it, I supose but you should trust your gut and the causeways don't feel right to me for hitching.

All this shit is going in my book. Any ideas for a title?

Ophillia Waits At The Cape

I had a real blast back in the big T. Did some camping, playing on the lake, and plenty of drinking of beer. Now, after a grueling 33 hour bus ride, I'm in St. Pete, Florida. So far, no hurricanes. There's Ophillia off the coast of Cocoa Beach/Cape Canaveral, where I'm going next, that's unexplainably stalled at the moment. I feel she's waiting for the weekend THEN she'll resume her devastation.

Many of the pics I took on the bike ride turned out like shit, which realy has me in a wad. I bought a Canon mini-dv cam, which should eliminate future problems.

I'm going to post many of the poems I wrote, and had the privilage to read in a couple of San Francisco cafes, on the "Fog On The Arkansas" site so check it out.

Bitches.