Several other Geezers and I walked for 2:07:28 on the Levy Trail this morning. Actually, the group started from a parking lot behind Spectators, close to I-30, and walked there from my house to join them. I think I went a bit less than six miles.
Wait a minute. I probably went close to seven miles, or a bit more, somewhere close to a mile and a half more than the group.
Starting at about 6:45 p.m., I walked one lap of the Poplar Street Loop in 18:02 and completed the course in 34:51.
EXCERPTS FROM THE TRASH*
May 28, 2006
LITTLE ROCK — Pickle's confidence epitomized incongruity juxtaposed by swirls of pure panic.
He ran through Section 13 and had no idea.
With him were Gomer, Smutte Queen, In Bred, and In Bred's dog Socrates.
"Where are we?" Gomer said.
"Fuck if I know," Socrates said. "What's that smell? It can't be fried cats, can it?"
"Fried cats?" Queen said.
"I'm just telling you, it smells like a fucking fried cat."
* * *
Section 13 is a maze inconsistent with any topography known to man. It consists of 10,006 miles of trails packed into 35 square feet of real estate. It has baffled scientists for centuries, casting upon its visitors and victims an anomaly of warped time, spectral fissures, and superluminal loopholes that simultaneously lead nowhere and everywhere.
Pickle was certain he and his companions were close to their cars, 15 miles west of downtown Little Rock, until they found themselves overlooking the Yalong River, 15 miles northeast of Chamdo, Tibet.
"Well, I'll be buttfucked," Pickle said.
"That's if you're lucky," Rockamundo said.
"No, really, this isn't so bad," Gomer said. "Tiny Tim and I ended up here on DNR's run two years ago. We had to eat fried cats for a week, but no one buttfucked us."
"Actually, if you want to know the truth, I was kind of disappointed," Tim said.
*from a big, heavy bag full of Trashes that Elaine brought by Pete's house this morning
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