Clinging to my gods and my guns while I chronicle the demise of western civilization from my bunker deep in the woods of northern Canada.
Saturday, 1 September 2012
Where the Deer, Antelope, Llamas, Horses, Dogs, Cats, and Chickens Roam
Sunday my Mother and Father drove out to
Chris' for a tea and muffin. Tess' mother burned something on the stove, filling
the house with smoke, and making it reek. While the smoke cleared and the smell
went away we drove out also.