Weed..man

So I'm back home from my month long stay with C-dog in Denver.  I was apprehensive at first, thinking that I wouldn't know what to do with myself if there weren't constant beeping and late-night vommit sessions to keep me entertained. But, I am actually enjoying myself, surprise, surprise.  Who'd a thunk that you can have moments of happiness and joy during times like these? I sure didn't.  Here's what made me smile: rode my bike for the first time in months, saw two wild turkeys, did not get pecked to death by said wild turkeys, smelled Oklahoma sweet grass, did not wake-up with post-sweetgrass-smelling allergies (thank god!), and finally, saw grass growing up through asphalt. This may sound hokey and unoriginal, but the sight of single blades of grass poking up through several inches of asphalt seemed inspiring and a good metaphor for our situation.  If grass can grow through all of that, then anything is possible.  Or, we have one shitty-ass roads crew.

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