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AWOKE…this morning shipwrecked on a very strange beach head strewn with beer empties, the ashen last embers of some huge conflagration, the whole moonscape surfaces punctured through with 100's of gnarled roots & stumps like God at play with his earth-zit-making chia pet machine. Scraped some bark from the espresso tree, ground it with my bare teeth – the result: a cup of "coffee" the Great Frank Ferro of Idyllwild fame wouldn't use to clean his toilet. No matter, it and the 29% DEET shower i just took to keep the monster flies at bay are working to clear the fog on this craggy coast i call my brain. My captain has arrived from headquarters in Boston to survey. I'm happy to say he was very pleased. All told, i have single-handedly slashed & burned roughly 3000 sq. ft. of overgrowth, built 280 sq. ft. of deck, gutted & repaired a hopeless camper, and drank my weight in Shipwreck Ale & P.B.R. God bless & keep us all but especially the adventurers who in their big hearts & trembling hands hold the seeds of dreams. Maine Brewed July 14, 2002, The Shipyardwrecked Rick
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