I Can Never Escape Gershwin
Once again I am in Gershwin. Gershwin 12 now, the home of Cop Killa. Strangely it still feels quite natural to be in Gershwin, and the feeling is reinforced by the presence of Chad living next door. Chad has finally given himself the mohawk he has wanted for a while, and now fully expects Hellfrich to hold up his end of the bargain.
It is two weeks into summer, and I am enjoying my new job, playing with baby birds. There is not much more I do. Sit on the beach... Go play with baby birds... Return to the beach...
Now it is not often that I ever admit that Kim has done something right, but wow has she scored the internship of a lifetime. She is working in the lab of Dr. James Brown, and has been assigned to wander Yellowstone taking samples. (For those not in the biological sciences, or those in the biological sciences that are just plain dumbashell this does not ring any bells, and it is probably better that way)
So far no zombies have emerged from the pirate cove, even with the healthy stream of decaying flesh I provide them with. I did see a homeless man last time I was checking the heads, but he was probably deterred by the smell.
It is two weeks into summer, and I am enjoying my new job, playing with baby birds. There is not much more I do. Sit on the beach... Go play with baby birds... Return to the beach...
Now it is not often that I ever admit that Kim has done something right, but wow has she scored the internship of a lifetime. She is working in the lab of Dr. James Brown, and has been assigned to wander Yellowstone taking samples. (For those not in the biological sciences, or those in the biological sciences that are just plain dumbashell this does not ring any bells, and it is probably better that way)
So far no zombies have emerged from the pirate cove, even with the healthy stream of decaying flesh I provide them with. I did see a homeless man last time I was checking the heads, but he was probably deterred by the smell.