We showed up at Green Lakes. Kicky and Sloppy C-Section had arrived ahead (who said head? I’ll take some of that. And I did. And it was good. And then we fucked, we fucked for hours, uprooting trees and shrubs and flowers, like Vikings with horns on our head. Head? Who said head?…) of the rest of the wankers.
They, determining ahead (who said…?) of time to set a live trail, did some chalk talking. They then took off and asked for a 20 minute head (who said…?) start. They got 10.
The hash followed. It was cold and damp. There was a golf cart stop somewhere we had beer during. We almost caught the hare. We almost caught the hare again. We did catch the hare, though he swears we didn’t.
Circle was short because Slip sucks. The on-after happened. Somewhere.
Slip and Swallow