Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
So, I have a story to tell as you look at the new and improved waterfall. Just as I was about to lay in my tent and watch a video before I sleep, I was visited by two... let's say, semi-functional tweakers. They were very nice, and not needing for anything except the running water, which turns out that the last encampment here that got busted, somehow tapped the water main to create what Lorelei said was a bigger waterfall before. She wanted to wash her hair even though it was cold. Her man went on a mission to stash something in the cemetery, and her and I talked while she used their emergency shovel to dig out the waterfall and place more rocks. We actually talked about all kinds of things from a bit about ourselves before homelessness, on to spiritual quantum physics. I think I convinced her that she's a somatic empath like me. I'm not trying to defend their lifestyle, but they came and left and even shared a joint and unloaded their pennies onto me....[[|:-)