The woman and her son thought that life was going pretty good. Until one day they were discovered. They had to leave their home and they traveled past Ship rock to the other side of the Carrizos. There the youth built his mother another house, as he had become a bood builder by this time. Today you can see a ruin high up on the rock, it is called Kine'gauge.
Soon the seeds and berries from the plants became scarce. and the woman told her son that they must go south if the Carrizos to a place called Beck shi'bi tqo, Cow springs, where people lived at a place called Kiet seel.
When the woman and her son climbed to the top of the mountain Dzil li'jin, the Black Mtn., they all of a sudden came upon a man gathering wood and wrapping it into a bundle.
They had startled the man where he almost lost his breath. The man was the head of the little village of Kiet seel.
He tied a bundle for the woman and her son and put some loose pieces on top, and they all headed for Kiet seel. When they arrived, the man took the loose pieces and laid them down near his house, and took the three bundles inside.
When he came back out he had a quantity of food that he gave to the two. He told them to burn the wood then he went back inside after telling them to camp next to his house.
So the two built a fire and ate their fill and went to sleep.
They were no sooner asleep, when some boys came, even some grown men and women. They bothered them all night by throwing sticks and stones, mud and water, even ashes.
The next day the two prepared to leave, but they returned the wood that they had burned for the mother had said, "The man who gave us the food must be a kind man." So they brought back more wood, but this time the food was barely enough to feed them.
They camped a little further away and all that night they received cruel treatment at the hands of the people.
The next day they brought more wood, but they only received one scrap each. So the two had gone to bed hungry. Soon the boys came and played every cruel trick that they could think of, pulling their hair, burning them with sticks etc. On the next day when they brought more wood they were given nothing for their work.
So the woman and her son left that place and went south to Ya'Kin, where again they came upon a man gathering wood. And the same thing happened to them for four nights...
So they left that place and went to a place called O'zeye.
When they neared that place they once again found a man gathering wood. He seemed pleased to see them. Same thing as before, he tied up a bundle for each and they headed for the mans house. Upon arrival they were taken inside the house and given lots of food and even some to carry away. They were told to camp outside next to his house.
When they were trying to sleep, the same cruel treatment was given to them. They just cried and hugged each other all night. On the fourth night they camped even farther away and the boys did not find them until almost dawn. So they only had to endure for a little while.
So at sunrise they headed out to a place called Tala hogan and made a shelter out of the bark of trees. But this time it was the girls who were teasing the woman and her son about a husband. For the youth had grown tall and handsome.
They would come by saying things like, "I choose him to be my husband" and "NO, I saw him first, he is to be MY husband". And this went on and on.
To avoid this harassment, the young man would start out early to hunt for rabbits or what ever else he could find.
One day when he returned, his mother told him this....
Well from here the story gets pretty wild, so more later... I am what I am
Sunday, March 21, 2010
Saturday, March 20, 2010
The story of SAN'HODE'DI' BEGAEYE, THE BEGGAR'S SON
This is kind of a long story, so I'll have to break it up into several sections.
Now when the Great Gambler was sent up to the sky, the Sun wanted the people to know what medicine the Gambler used and took up to the sky with him.
So he made a plan:
There is a place called Gaeye net be'e at the foot of Mt. Taylor. There it was that a poor woman lived who worked hard for a living. The Sun "visited" her in secret and she brought forth a baby boy.
After he was about ten or twelve, every morning he would run a race around Tso dzil. Thus he became a great runner.
The two left Gaeye net be'e and went to live at Tse be' y i, the Place Where the Poles Hold Up the Rock, Pueblo Bonito.
Now at this time it was the peoples custom to offer turquoise stones in the split cliff rocks. And it wasn't long before the woman discovered this place and picked up all the stones and went and exchanged them for food. After the second time the people began to question as to where she got her stones.
It was finally assumed that the stones must be the offering stones. So they went to the place and they found her tracks. After reporting back to what they had seen, the head of the people decided that the woman and her son should be killed.
The two heard of the plan to kill them and they quickly left that part of the country. From there they went to a place opposite Farmington. People were living under a big cliff at that time.
They lived off of what they could find, and some people gave them food. Others drove them off and were cruel. And it wasn't long before the same thing happened.
The woman discovered the place where they were making their stone offerings. Once again she gathered them up to exchange for food. And once again she was caught.
Once again it was the plan that they should die, and someone told them of this plan. So the woman called to her son and they left that place.
They followed the ledge of the rock so that their tracks would not be seen. They stopped at a place opposite Fruitland and built themselves a little home there. There the seeds were plentiful and every once in a while they killed a rabbit or a rat.
But even there they were discovered. So they left that place and went to the Hog Back Mt's. And built themselves a little house there. Today this place is called Kinda Ligene, Little Ruin On The Side Of The Rock.
There they made grass mats for the floor and grass mats to cover themselves. They made robes of rabbit fur that were small at first, about the size of a saddle blanket, but later they were larger. By this time the boy had grown into a youth....
I am what I am
Now when the Great Gambler was sent up to the sky, the Sun wanted the people to know what medicine the Gambler used and took up to the sky with him.
So he made a plan:
There is a place called Gaeye net be'e at the foot of Mt. Taylor. There it was that a poor woman lived who worked hard for a living. The Sun "visited" her in secret and she brought forth a baby boy.
After he was about ten or twelve, every morning he would run a race around Tso dzil. Thus he became a great runner.
The two left Gaeye net be'e and went to live at Tse be' y i, the Place Where the Poles Hold Up the Rock, Pueblo Bonito.
Now at this time it was the peoples custom to offer turquoise stones in the split cliff rocks. And it wasn't long before the woman discovered this place and picked up all the stones and went and exchanged them for food. After the second time the people began to question as to where she got her stones.
It was finally assumed that the stones must be the offering stones. So they went to the place and they found her tracks. After reporting back to what they had seen, the head of the people decided that the woman and her son should be killed.
The two heard of the plan to kill them and they quickly left that part of the country. From there they went to a place opposite Farmington. People were living under a big cliff at that time.
They lived off of what they could find, and some people gave them food. Others drove them off and were cruel. And it wasn't long before the same thing happened.
The woman discovered the place where they were making their stone offerings. Once again she gathered them up to exchange for food. And once again she was caught.
Once again it was the plan that they should die, and someone told them of this plan. So the woman called to her son and they left that place.
They followed the ledge of the rock so that their tracks would not be seen. They stopped at a place opposite Fruitland and built themselves a little home there. There the seeds were plentiful and every once in a while they killed a rabbit or a rat.
But even there they were discovered. So they left that place and went to the Hog Back Mt's. And built themselves a little house there. Today this place is called Kinda Ligene, Little Ruin On The Side Of The Rock.
There they made grass mats for the floor and grass mats to cover themselves. They made robes of rabbit fur that were small at first, about the size of a saddle blanket, but later they were larger. By this time the boy had grown into a youth....
I am what I am
Thursday, March 18, 2010
When Sweathouse was a man
There is an old story that goes something like this:
There was a time when the only "People" on the surface of the earth were the "Animal People". Sweat house gathered all the "People" together and told them that there are different "People" coming, Mankind. He told them that the time had come to chose which form that they wanted to live in. So the elk came forward and Sweat house asked what he wanted to be. In which the elk replied "I want to be an elk". So sweat house said," Let me see you be an elk". So the elk gracefully ran off into the forest, not to be seen again. Then Sweat house called to the eagle and asked him what he wanted to be. The eagle said that he wanted to be an eagle. So Sweat house said," Let me see you be an eagle". So the eagle spread his wings and soared off into the sky to disappear. Then blue jay came forward and said that he wanted to be an eagle too! So Sweat house said," Let me see you be an eagle". So blue jay took off and tried to soar like an eagle but it wasn't long before he lost his balance and had to start flapping his wings to keep on flying. Sweat house told blue jay," You should be a blue jay because that's what you are. Then coyote stepped up and said that he wanted to be an elk. So Sweat house told coyote, "Let me see you be an elk". So coyote did his best to prance like an elk but it also wasn't long before he lost his balance and went back to his own gait. Sweat house told him that he is cunning and wise, and knows many things, so he should have known that he is coyote and always will be". So coyote ran off and Sweat house said to Himself, " I will lay down and wait for these "People" who are coming. To him that comes to me I will help." And so sweat house got down on his hands and knees and turned himself into a sweat house, where he waits...
I am what I am
There was a time when the only "People" on the surface of the earth were the "Animal People". Sweat house gathered all the "People" together and told them that there are different "People" coming, Mankind. He told them that the time had come to chose which form that they wanted to live in. So the elk came forward and Sweat house asked what he wanted to be. In which the elk replied "I want to be an elk". So sweat house said," Let me see you be an elk". So the elk gracefully ran off into the forest, not to be seen again. Then Sweat house called to the eagle and asked him what he wanted to be. The eagle said that he wanted to be an eagle. So Sweat house said," Let me see you be an eagle". So the eagle spread his wings and soared off into the sky to disappear. Then blue jay came forward and said that he wanted to be an eagle too! So Sweat house said," Let me see you be an eagle". So blue jay took off and tried to soar like an eagle but it wasn't long before he lost his balance and had to start flapping his wings to keep on flying. Sweat house told blue jay," You should be a blue jay because that's what you are. Then coyote stepped up and said that he wanted to be an elk. So Sweat house told coyote, "Let me see you be an elk". So coyote did his best to prance like an elk but it also wasn't long before he lost his balance and went back to his own gait. Sweat house told him that he is cunning and wise, and knows many things, so he should have known that he is coyote and always will be". So coyote ran off and Sweat house said to Himself, " I will lay down and wait for these "People" who are coming. To him that comes to me I will help." And so sweat house got down on his hands and knees and turned himself into a sweat house, where he waits...
I am what I am
Friday, March 12, 2010
How many more?
There was this one time I can remember, Wilson, you remember him? Tall skinny man, with a wonderful sense of humor.. any way we were at a sweat in my back yard. I had just finished building it when he was at the church across the street and saw me putting the finishing touches on it. I was hanging a blanket that my mother in law had given me over the door. It wasn't but a couple of minutes that he was there... He was laughing because he saw that I was really tired, so when he said that when you build a traditional sweat house, you have to use it the same day... well you can imagine how I felt. So it just so happened that he had a load of wood in his truck, as he usually did. He was going to take it home but since there was a chance to break in a new sweat, he couldn't pass it up.
Not having to chop the wood was a blessing, giving us a chance to just sit and talk and smoke and after a while he got up and said a blessing for the sweat house and blessed it with corn pollen and we lit the fire one more time.
Great care must be taken in the placement of the wood for burning and the order in which they are placed. And even the way the rocks are placed into the fire.
Fire going, rocks getting hot, sun going down, every thing was perfect...
It was dark by the time that the rocks were hot enough to make good steam. They become so beautiful when they are red and glowing with a shimmer that looks as if they are moving around.
Inside the sweat once again, but it was in my back yard, too cool. Wilson sang as usual, it was something that I always looked forward to. After two rounds of sweating, he began to tell me the Dine' Creation story. And after he was through talking, almost an hour had gone by. The only reason I knew it was an hour was that my wife at the time came out and yelled at us to get out of there, we had been in there too long she said and that we could go back in when we cooled off. Wilson said, "Better listen, I didn't get this old by saying no to my wife!" I agreed, mad Navajo women are not wise to make madder.
We did get to the fourth round after we had some water and some fresh air and a couple rounds of a pipe. Wilson smoked what is called mountain smoke, sage and other desert plants. It's good for cleaning the dust out of your lungs, as it makes you cough pretty good if you get too much.
A story that was as wild as anything you could imagine. Part of which I will tell you because it is a really long one... But it wasn't a story of the past, it was a story of the future.
He told me that this world that we live on is the fifth world. That the People had made it through four previous worlds. Each one was not suitable for the People to live.
According to him there are still two more to go. But that from this world on it was an individual journey, rather than as a whole People at once.
By individual he meant each one being with the Holy People. And that eventually everyone would reach the next two.
The sixth world is the "World of the Spirits of Living Things". All living things have a spirit and this is their place, our place for only a while because there is still more to come.
Then he told me about the seventh world. It is called the "Place of Melting Into One". When all things are completed, and everything is restored to perfect balance.
I am what I am
Not having to chop the wood was a blessing, giving us a chance to just sit and talk and smoke and after a while he got up and said a blessing for the sweat house and blessed it with corn pollen and we lit the fire one more time.
Great care must be taken in the placement of the wood for burning and the order in which they are placed. And even the way the rocks are placed into the fire.
Fire going, rocks getting hot, sun going down, every thing was perfect...
It was dark by the time that the rocks were hot enough to make good steam. They become so beautiful when they are red and glowing with a shimmer that looks as if they are moving around.
Inside the sweat once again, but it was in my back yard, too cool. Wilson sang as usual, it was something that I always looked forward to. After two rounds of sweating, he began to tell me the Dine' Creation story. And after he was through talking, almost an hour had gone by. The only reason I knew it was an hour was that my wife at the time came out and yelled at us to get out of there, we had been in there too long she said and that we could go back in when we cooled off. Wilson said, "Better listen, I didn't get this old by saying no to my wife!" I agreed, mad Navajo women are not wise to make madder.
We did get to the fourth round after we had some water and some fresh air and a couple rounds of a pipe. Wilson smoked what is called mountain smoke, sage and other desert plants. It's good for cleaning the dust out of your lungs, as it makes you cough pretty good if you get too much.
A story that was as wild as anything you could imagine. Part of which I will tell you because it is a really long one... But it wasn't a story of the past, it was a story of the future.
He told me that this world that we live on is the fifth world. That the People had made it through four previous worlds. Each one was not suitable for the People to live.
According to him there are still two more to go. But that from this world on it was an individual journey, rather than as a whole People at once.
By individual he meant each one being with the Holy People. And that eventually everyone would reach the next two.
The sixth world is the "World of the Spirits of Living Things". All living things have a spirit and this is their place, our place for only a while because there is still more to come.
Then he told me about the seventh world. It is called the "Place of Melting Into One". When all things are completed, and everything is restored to perfect balance.
I am what I am
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Hozo'go Nasa'do
Hozo'go nasa'do, tasi akenahotle'do nasa'do. Oops, sometimes I forget where I am.
Happily may I walk, thus becoming again may I walk.
This is part of a prayer from a "Night Way" cerimony. The "Night Way" is a nine day sing that is for healing. Consisting of daily "sessions" where a person is sung over, while lying on a sand painting that is later scooped up. A daily sweat. Which in itself is no small matter. And on the fifth nite the all nite sings occur. And continue until the nineth nite. Each "day" being from sundown to sundown.
Taking place in the late fall, and continuing throughout the winter. These "sings" are held no mater the weather conditions, ( can't scare the Yei Bi Chei, or Talking God, cause they bring the weather.)
Back to the daily sweat. It is done just after the first prayer session at dawn. What a way to start your day. Having someone pray over you, and then a trip to the sweathouse. That's what I call living!
Although, in the context of what is being done, the sweat house can and will get pretty rough at times. Afterall, your trying to cure illness, and castaway all that is evil or a better word is ugly. You know, the way humans behave sometimes.
Dine' belive that illness is caused by behavior and attitude. Either our own or somebody elses. The sweat is good for attitude adjustment as well as detoxification.
Lets say a little about Talking God. I can tell you that there are alot of likenesses to the Son of Man. Both are considered to be our interceders. Both talk to the "Father" in our behalf. Both are in the likeness and fullness of the creator. I could go on, like how they both were the spoken word. The Son being with and was... and Talking God speaking himself into existance. You get the point...
I just don't see a conflict between the two, maybe one in the same, along with alot of other names...
On the nineth nite is when Talking God and the Yei Bi Chei show up. Their part of the cerimony is an all nite "chantway" lasting untill just before the dawn. They are there to concolidate the whole nine days of prayer and sweating, and over fourhundred songs that have been sung in the past eight days, and make, through their chanting, all the corrections if any that need to be made in the sand paintings or the words to the songs. Remember, the medicine men must know somewhere around one thousand songs, and be able to pick the right ones for the situation. So one can see that help is needed.
This is the time when it all comes together, when it all "pays off" so to speak. More than just the one being sung over gets the benifit. Everyone present, has the same opportunity for a healing. When "they" are singing and dancing, everyones attention is on "them". Just their presence alone is enough to chase away ugliness, let alone when "they" begin shake the rattle and chant in a language of their own. I was told that if Talking God or a Yei Bi Chei spoke directly to you in human speach, that your mind couldn't take it and you might go crazy.
"They" taught the "Holy People" the songs and the "Holy People" taught them to "The surface of the Earth Poeple", or Dine'.
Anyway, that Groundhog and Talking God must be up to something, or somebody's having a "Night Way" because I hear thunder and it's snowing outside... I am what I am...
Happily may I walk, thus becoming again may I walk.
This is part of a prayer from a "Night Way" cerimony. The "Night Way" is a nine day sing that is for healing. Consisting of daily "sessions" where a person is sung over, while lying on a sand painting that is later scooped up. A daily sweat. Which in itself is no small matter. And on the fifth nite the all nite sings occur. And continue until the nineth nite. Each "day" being from sundown to sundown.
Taking place in the late fall, and continuing throughout the winter. These "sings" are held no mater the weather conditions, ( can't scare the Yei Bi Chei, or Talking God, cause they bring the weather.)
Back to the daily sweat. It is done just after the first prayer session at dawn. What a way to start your day. Having someone pray over you, and then a trip to the sweathouse. That's what I call living!
Although, in the context of what is being done, the sweat house can and will get pretty rough at times. Afterall, your trying to cure illness, and castaway all that is evil or a better word is ugly. You know, the way humans behave sometimes.
Dine' belive that illness is caused by behavior and attitude. Either our own or somebody elses. The sweat is good for attitude adjustment as well as detoxification.
Lets say a little about Talking God. I can tell you that there are alot of likenesses to the Son of Man. Both are considered to be our interceders. Both talk to the "Father" in our behalf. Both are in the likeness and fullness of the creator. I could go on, like how they both were the spoken word. The Son being with and was... and Talking God speaking himself into existance. You get the point...
I just don't see a conflict between the two, maybe one in the same, along with alot of other names...
On the nineth nite is when Talking God and the Yei Bi Chei show up. Their part of the cerimony is an all nite "chantway" lasting untill just before the dawn. They are there to concolidate the whole nine days of prayer and sweating, and over fourhundred songs that have been sung in the past eight days, and make, through their chanting, all the corrections if any that need to be made in the sand paintings or the words to the songs. Remember, the medicine men must know somewhere around one thousand songs, and be able to pick the right ones for the situation. So one can see that help is needed.
This is the time when it all comes together, when it all "pays off" so to speak. More than just the one being sung over gets the benifit. Everyone present, has the same opportunity for a healing. When "they" are singing and dancing, everyones attention is on "them". Just their presence alone is enough to chase away ugliness, let alone when "they" begin shake the rattle and chant in a language of their own. I was told that if Talking God or a Yei Bi Chei spoke directly to you in human speach, that your mind couldn't take it and you might go crazy.
"They" taught the "Holy People" the songs and the "Holy People" taught them to "The surface of the Earth Poeple", or Dine'.
Anyway, that Groundhog and Talking God must be up to something, or somebody's having a "Night Way" because I hear thunder and it's snowing outside... I am what I am...
Sunday, March 7, 2010
"The Sands of Iwojima, Navajo Code Talkers"
I was watching the movie this weekend and it brought back a very special moment that I can remember...
During a time I was a "Funeral Director". Many times did I have my heart broken. But one time in particular, it was a completely different occasion. I had been called out in the middle of the night, which was quite often the case, to an old man's hogan out in the middle of what seemed like nowhere. When I arrived, The criminal investigators where there and also his family. The police were there only because it was what is called "an unattended death". They determined no foul play. So after several hours I was allowed to do the things I needed to do for transport, which includes waiting until the family is ready. They want to get to know you first, and that just doesn't happen right away. By the time I was ready to leave, the sun was beginning to rise. And I was met by the most beautiful scene you could imagine. After driving around in circles,so I thought, I didn't see where I was until sunrise. He lived in a hogan situated up a box canyon, with cottonwood trees, and peach colored walls on both sides with a spring flowing down one side by the canyon wall. The drive back was like a hallmark moment around every turn, I was amazed.
The family showed up sometime that afternoon. So we spent the next several hours making the short term arrangements. We didn't have to worry about tomorrow, just the next few hours is the way I put it.
After doing the things that I had to do, it was a the next day that I met with the family once more. This time all the things that were involved in the service were discussed, when and where, etc. It was at that time that I discovered that he was a "Code Talker". He also was a very respected medicine man. His life story had been revealed to me over the course of a few days.
From his boarding school days as a child, to his four wheeler that he rode because he was too old to get on his horse.
The day arrived when the family brought in the cloths that Chei would be wearing. It was his dress uniform from WWII. It still fit perfect. How many of us can say that we can wear the same cloths we wore even six months ago?
Chei was going home, and according to his son, he thought that any day was good enough. It was a beautiful service on a beautiful day. The flag had been draped on grandpa's casket, and it was time for the Color Guard to do their thing.
I was moved to tears, as was everyone else, when their handling of the flag was completed. folded and handed to his wife. Twenty one live rounds down range. Then in the stillness of the air, a drum, and a soft voice, that began to grow as the casket was being lowered. That song continued until the grave was covered up. The families up there used to say that I was the "crying man". What is meant by that is I am broken when you are broken, and what troubles you troubles me. My boss used to tell me that I shouldn't let people see me with tears in my eyes, but sometimes you just can't help it.
This man had lived a long life, full of many adventures, and his time as a "Code Talker" was one of them. People were better somehow from having known him. You know the kind. So many times I got to know people after their death through their families and friends. Some would say after it's too late. I say no. That man had an influence on me from the time I picked him up at his home.
The Navajo Code Talkers were part of history, though somewhat unknown of until recently, as they were sworn to secrecy for life in case they were needed again. God only knows what was saved or what would have been lost without them. I for one and grateful for this man's life, and his service. It was an honer and a joy to participate in the final act of love for him and his loved ones.
I am what I am
.
During a time I was a "Funeral Director". Many times did I have my heart broken. But one time in particular, it was a completely different occasion. I had been called out in the middle of the night, which was quite often the case, to an old man's hogan out in the middle of what seemed like nowhere. When I arrived, The criminal investigators where there and also his family. The police were there only because it was what is called "an unattended death". They determined no foul play. So after several hours I was allowed to do the things I needed to do for transport, which includes waiting until the family is ready. They want to get to know you first, and that just doesn't happen right away. By the time I was ready to leave, the sun was beginning to rise. And I was met by the most beautiful scene you could imagine. After driving around in circles,so I thought, I didn't see where I was until sunrise. He lived in a hogan situated up a box canyon, with cottonwood trees, and peach colored walls on both sides with a spring flowing down one side by the canyon wall. The drive back was like a hallmark moment around every turn, I was amazed.
The family showed up sometime that afternoon. So we spent the next several hours making the short term arrangements. We didn't have to worry about tomorrow, just the next few hours is the way I put it.
After doing the things that I had to do, it was a the next day that I met with the family once more. This time all the things that were involved in the service were discussed, when and where, etc. It was at that time that I discovered that he was a "Code Talker". He also was a very respected medicine man. His life story had been revealed to me over the course of a few days.
From his boarding school days as a child, to his four wheeler that he rode because he was too old to get on his horse.
The day arrived when the family brought in the cloths that Chei would be wearing. It was his dress uniform from WWII. It still fit perfect. How many of us can say that we can wear the same cloths we wore even six months ago?
Chei was going home, and according to his son, he thought that any day was good enough. It was a beautiful service on a beautiful day. The flag had been draped on grandpa's casket, and it was time for the Color Guard to do their thing.
I was moved to tears, as was everyone else, when their handling of the flag was completed. folded and handed to his wife. Twenty one live rounds down range. Then in the stillness of the air, a drum, and a soft voice, that began to grow as the casket was being lowered. That song continued until the grave was covered up. The families up there used to say that I was the "crying man". What is meant by that is I am broken when you are broken, and what troubles you troubles me. My boss used to tell me that I shouldn't let people see me with tears in my eyes, but sometimes you just can't help it.
This man had lived a long life, full of many adventures, and his time as a "Code Talker" was one of them. People were better somehow from having known him. You know the kind. So many times I got to know people after their death through their families and friends. Some would say after it's too late. I say no. That man had an influence on me from the time I picked him up at his home.
The Navajo Code Talkers were part of history, though somewhat unknown of until recently, as they were sworn to secrecy for life in case they were needed again. God only knows what was saved or what would have been lost without them. I for one and grateful for this man's life, and his service. It was an honer and a joy to participate in the final act of love for him and his loved ones.
I am what I am
.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
"The Whos last reunion tour"
I remember when I lived in California, the rock band, The Who, were planning their last tour and then were going to call it quits. They were a band that had been at the grindstone for a long time. So I figured that this would be a chance to see the guys that did alot of the soundtrack from the movie of my life, thrashing about as a teenager "On the streets of Bakersfield". Anyway, long story short, the things that I had to go through at work, at home, everything. It was somewhere between the quest for the Holy Grail and Harold and Khumar go to Whitecastle. It was going to be for me a once in a lifetime, as they were retiring, so they said... Well in that same spirt, I'm continuing my series on the sweathouse. There's still too much to share and discover, and through that some other rabitts might run across our path. The last leg of the journey was fun for me, I hope that it was for you as well. This leg of the trip is going to get alot deeper... hope your ready. I am what I am
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