and now, the end is near

To think I did all that; And may I say - not in a shy way,
No, oh no not me, I did it my way.
For what is a man, what has he got? If not himself, then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels; And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows - And did it my way!

......

So, now the end really is near! Thanks to some movers, and the persistence of Brother Gernomino - the shack has been emptied, the trailer is loaded, the goodbye's have been said most of which are fuck you's with a smile really - which is otherwise known as a SoCal "grinfuck", the 3 of us are washed, cleaned ready for some serious desert action - and the Rancho DosArmas Trio are on their way deeper into the wild-west in search of a REAL rancho where rather than being a place they hang their hats/guns/collars, they can finally call home.

The stalwart K-9's urinated all over the fabled shack on the hill and making a fine mess of things on this lovely day. Ironically enough, this dog-combo managed to sum up my feelings on this glorious and righteous day! Hmmm, did I clean it up? Do I care?

In a fit of hunger since I hadn't managed to consume anything since our final meal of roast boar at the Cold Spring Tavern last evening --- so I pulled over in V-town otherwise known as Bakersfield by the Beach, the place where I 1st landed in SoCal (and a town I still really like despite the surfers, the gay gun laws and the preponderance of meth-heads) found a space for the dosarmas coche'n buggy, and had a delectable meal at Cookes Smokehouse:

Yes, that's a Heart Attack, spicy coleslaw and tri-tip chili. Oh! Cookes is also the 1st place I ever had tri-tip. What an awesome place!


West the owner just walked up and asked I want to buy his "Suicide" burger next time I'm here - 5lbs of meat. YES YES YES! Good god YES!

anyway...
Post mass-consumption:




I'm eating my slice of Cooke's berry cake I'd like to leave you with some of my final thoughts on the adventure I've had for the last 2.5 years. Thanks to my travels I've met some of the best people I could hope to run across - and created friendships that I believe can stand the test of life, travels, experience and all that jibber-jabber. I've lived near a beach, I've lived in the mountains, and I've been lucky enough to have lived in the prettiest place in the USA. and for all the friends I've made here, like all 3 er 4 people, you rock.

as we consummate our exit from the belly of the beast, all I can really say is I'm not looking back. To quote some lyrics from my favorite hardcore band:

"There's no I in Fuck You."

Time to prepare for our new life, and start shopping for a some new daily-wear fashions, perhaps something like this.




L8r,

/dn