Wrizzit
For everything, down to the scribbles.
For everything, down to the scribbles.
Good morning, Wrizzlers. So, I had an interesting morning. A couple of, what I call, freakers, came right before dawn and woke me up. They were courteous, but started a fire to warm their doughnuts from Krispy Kreme, and then proceeded to smoke meth. I just started packing my things up while the woman kept talking and talking. That was until they moved away a bit to smoke fentanyl. I didn't realize they were doing that at first as I was watching the hummingbirds who came by again, but with a third, who I think is their son as he had a bit of pink under his chin. They hung out for a few minutes, and then this little guy flew within a foot of my head to land on that branch maybe 3 feet away. I could've caught the little guy he came so close. They were lively and he and his mother both took baths. The two freakers couldn't have cared any less....[[|:-)
