That was the album I was listening to while riding in yesterday morning. David Peel and Lower East Side. And that song was playing when I pulled into the office on my mountain bike, probably not the most appropriate song but maybe better then F is Not a Dirty Word.

Happy Earth Day. As they say, Earth First Biden Second. Or something like that. Lol. I think I like thinking about smoking dope more then I actually do. I haven’t beens stoned since up at camp in January, and even then I didn’t really smoke that much. I do just think about to those days singing along with the Dire Wolf last summer next to the waterfall, laughing my brains out. Good times.

Riding to work today, you know it’s Earth Day, gotta be green. Plus I don’t want to pay for gas for my big jacked up truck or the bus fare. And I like riding in. Going to be a nice day for riding. I have a Save the Pine Bush Zoom Meeting, which I will participate in during the evening commute over my Bluetooth speaker. Seems like a green thing to do, plus it’s fun and doesn’t cost anything. Well except for all the parts it seems like I’m constantly feeding the bike with all the miles I ride.

Lots of onions, mushrooms, spinach, tons of freshly crushed garlic, turmeric and cumin with two eggs this morning. What can I say, I like pungent, strong things. None of this weak saucy crap people like to eat loaded with grease. I want to smell and really taste my food. Maybe that’s why I like farming, burn barrels and smoking pot so much, it’s pungent. Honest, if you burn that plastic garbage hot it doesn’t smell that much. I should get by the For the Love Bacon if I can get out of jail early on Thursday or Friday to head to the wilderness. Bacon is good, as is supporting local hog farms and yes that plastic wrapper will burn just fine, but don’t tell a liberal on this Earth Day. Hell, I’ve produced a lot less trash than most people bit maybe a bit more dioxin.

Yesterday I went out to Five Rivers after work, down off of Mason Lane and walked around a bit and I’m listening to the Maggie Haberman’s Confidence Man about Donald John Trump. I am always fascinated by power brokers and how power works even if I’m increasingly repelled by politics and quite happy now to be in data department far removed from downtown and all the craziness. That said I need a vacation away from it all. Maybe with the Dire Wolf, some fire in the wilderness.

I haven’t asked for Friday much less Thursday afternoon off to head to Adirondacks but it all depends on the state budget, as it’s kind of obnoxious to ask for a day off to smoke pot in wilderness and burn things up in woods when people are stuck at office working. Maybe I’ll take Monday off instead of Friday, or maybe I’ll just leave on Friday after work and do a two day weekend in Schoharie or Rensselearville. Saturday once again looks rainy but I still want to get out of town. What can I say, the mountains, or at least the hills and hollars are calling and soon the black flies will be out.

Maybe I have lyrics on my brain… “Everybody smoking marijuana / Everybody smoking marijuana / Everybody smoking marijuana”