The blue heron blast world tour starts off tomorrow as I drive to Miami Beach and with fucked up kidney in tow, hit every beaten up urinal on the Interstate 10. Wish me luck and call if you want to - will try to write occasionally. Looks like I am driving back by myself, so will try to put myself in the tortured novelist zone and pump out something worthwhile. Maybe buy some kent filters to complete the costume.
Some have made light of the fact that a lapsed, slacker jew is crossing the united states with a born again conservative but we have been friends for years and have already agreed on the radio rules of engagement. No weed, no Rush Limbaugh. Besides he drives faster and longer than I can.
Vaya Con Advil,
Roberto
(p.s. - I'm going to load you up with a bunch of music)
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If you must make the journey, at least you won't be eating my chicken wings. Remember, a good day starts with proper nutrition. ...safe journey Rob. Let me know if you need anything (anyone).
Love you friend...
Bill
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