Emancipate yourselves from mental slavery, none but ourselves can free our minds!
Musk of the open road, you are Master Splinter. Simplicity, independence, and empowerment--as long as tired legs will carry I will thrutch. It’s all butterflies and butterscotch until shit goes wrong; that’s when you know you’re in it.
Red jungle dirt has a healing quality. My home base on the north coast was at my friend Zach’s Hotel Extreme, this is a road near their farm.