Friday, October 29, 2010

On the Road

I have made it to Tampa. A journey of more than 1600 miles has come to an end. And I didn't even hit a deer.


H to the C said...

You have traveled far, young Ninja.
Travel farther, safely.
Peace be with you.

Anonymous said...

An old killa bee once hummed me a tune
Stay up at night, don't sleep on ya moon
Four seeds in the bed, eight seeds in the room
Afternoon cartoon, we would fight for the spoon
Old Earth in the kitchen, yell it's time to eat
Across the foyer, ya hear the gather of stampeding feet
One pound box of sugar, and a stick of margarine
A hot pot of Grits got my family from starvin'

Noel said...

I wish I still lived in Tampa...