we got there reallllly late. we were like hyenas picking the bones of a lions kill. the wall was almost bare. so i diverted my attention to the ceiling.. thank goodness i was able to control myself on the reel..
There he stands, draped in more equipment than a telephone lineman, trying to outwit an organism with a brain no bigger than a breadcrumb, and getting licked in the process. ~Paul O'Neil, 1965
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