why

I've been craving a life more simplistic for some time now, and have almost built up this invincible persona of my future. But today as I cower at my trembling fingers diligently dialing the dentist # and my quivering voice making the appointment that will suck my last morsels of traveling money from my pockets, I realize that one has to take life as it comes. And no one, not even me, especially me, or Jack London, or Chris Mcandless, or other nomads can escape from the urgings of bodily squeaks. There are inevitable advances in age that call me to be sensible to take care of this body, not have a death wish, as it seems when I'm all a twitter about life. In essence though, the more shop work I do to the body, the longer and harder I can use it. More adventure for me as I see it. I'm off to drink homemade ginger beer. Dude, potent.