Monday, March 9, 2009

Walk the Line


A reference to a long forgotten, semi-talented
troubadour, for which I have no love. Give me 
a good old fashioned tribute band any day!
Back to the business at hand. We traveled a 
few more clicks, 200 feet to be exact. Then came 
upon our intended find. The Chisel was twitching 
about and made the find before a seizure took
him from us. My shoulders aching from the 
pressure of not forming my crew while sober,
we trudged on to our next target. |:{>  GB

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