damn farmers. guess I'll spend a lot of time in the library. It's not one of those misty days in which I could hike. It's a steady, soaking rain that is great for crops, miserable for being outside, and great for comforters and tea.
The homeless don't have crops, comforters, or tea. They huddle in their sleeping bags in large groups under bridges and underpasses.
I've got a car, Guy, and libraries. I can survive the day.
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