2000 Miles and moldy beets

 

 

" ... so i've taken refuge here in the swamp where we're never quite good enough for ourselves (except when we have that moment where we are, and bask in the ephemeral glow of self satisfaction until the fleeting glory succumbs to mourning the loss of purpose, only resolved by the conception of a new quixotic undertaking.)  it gives me comfort to be among people who understand." --lagwagon, 2:55 marathoner.