taco river

never will i have the opportunity to describe the pain i have suffered in the past 48 hours. this weekend i spent my time along the saco river in maine. mosquitos are the bane of my existence. i figure they too need some way to survive so they feed on humans, mainly massholes, who litter and become obnoxious as each passing beer is digested into their bodies. bad things happen for many reasons but one reason is that one learns from the experience. imagine an army of mosquitos sought to destroy solely you, and they know just exactly which places on your body will be annoying. these mosquitos arent your average run of the mill mosquito, they are country hicks, strong, husky and relentless. their proboscis' remind me of microscopic daggers which burn and make the toughest man writhe before they mellow. i am tired, due to the lack of sleep and blood. saco 09. dump em out or else.