Not feeling the hearty

Nice guys and all, but the pirating life wears thin. I'm off somewhere less loot-n'-pillage-y. Anyway, took one last pirate picture before I left. They call this guy (and again, I'm not joking) Steve. Steve the Pirate. Anyway, he really liked that gun- although the fact that he was carrying his powder around with him in that bag of his made me a tad nervous. Boom, y'know?

On a tangent- I adored that guy with the polkadot scarf and the funny hat. He could do magic tricks like you wouldn't believe. I actually saw this guy turn himself into an 8-foot-tall bridge troll once- super cool. He even had his own pet parrot. Best Pirate Ever!

Yaar!

Hee hee! got myself into trouble pretty much immediately. I made it down to Florida from the K of Grass, riding with truckers. Those guys get pretty damn bored, and the first one liked my brand o' bullshit so much, he got on the horn to his friends and set me up for rides right down to the border!

Anyway, made it over into San Augustine and ran into these gents (and a few ladies, I must add- wouldn't want to piss off the busty wench in the red scarf there!). They were on their way to loot and pillage the city, and then go for beers. They let me ride along with them. Good times!


This guy is Cap'n Pete. He showed me how to fire that fancy gun he's got in his belt there n' all. Oh, and I don't know if you can see, but behind those stripey blue socks is one of the cannons- the little one they called (I shit you not) "The Noisy Cricket".

They spent most of the pre-pillage boatride into town drinking beers out of that cooler at Cap'n Pete's feet there and taking potshots at other boats in the bay.

On the road again...

I know it's corny, but my mama used to sing this song (off-key, bless her heart) every time we hit the highway when I was a kid. Try as I might, it still comes to mind every damn time I head out the door with my travelin' shoes on.

Anyway, I set out this morning, and wanted to take a picture of where I was leavin' from. Don't know if it shows up in the picture very well, but those white specks are flower petals, falling out of the trees. That green fuzz on the bushes is the first leaves of spring, too- and that's Sarina, the satyr girl who put me up for the winter, waving goodbye.

It's not much of a picture, but I like the way the sun comes over the top of the building. Besides, it's a good memory of a kind friend!

This is me, by the way. Farah Andawi, eshu wilder, wanderer, and general person of no account.

My friend Eliza (Cogshorn, of the Boston Cogshorns, she tells me ) somehow managed to fix my laptop so that I could pick up internet anywhere, even places with no wi-fi. I'm not sure how she did it- she tried to explain, but it made no sense to me! All I know is, it seemed to involve a very soulful, passionate and obscene conversation with my wireless card.

Anyhow, the long and short of it is, I thought I'd keep a photo diary on the road this time. Hope you enjoy!