I just put a down-payment on "Sneekers", a wolly yak. The two-up saddle is being crafted as we speak. I'm sure with Rick's writing career about to take off, we should be in Nepal by next September. I can see it now, the prayer cloths flapping in the breeze, the Tibetian villagers running out to greet us with hand-made trinkets and bricks of hash. Rick and I always dreamed of going to Nepal, but I can't remember why. We wanted to go to Nepal and rent a flat in Dorchester, England for no aparent reason. This is the kind of shit that happens when you ditch class and hang out in doughnut shops.
"After leaving a show one night, I told the cab driver to pull over, I gotta' yak. And believe me, that dosen't mean that I have a long haired buffalo living in my back yard." - Ron White