Fear & Loathing chapter 7

And sooo it drags on: another day bleeds into yet another day. The view from here: the same walls, infrequent forays to the market, to stroll some street devoid (hopefully) of other people…


frankly, I’m a touch stir-crazy. Can you imagine it without the arms-distant, semi-concurrent, pseudo-interaction (how’d you like that string of hyphenated adjectival modifiers?)? One could be a cloistered monk or a solo fur trapper or some other insanity devoid of human interaction.

Me? the recreational chemicals ease the distance; the Hunter S. keeps me sane. Just knowing you’re all out there makes it better….

the Quarantine Readings

another pic from my bootlegged snaps of the Ralph Steadman exhibit last summer at the KCMo Library.