Finish Strong Boy's
It's over, done. The landing craft dropped me off two days ago and here I sit, Reno fucking Nevada. My home that I love and a dog that I've missed more than anything. Why? Why back? We were done man, ten countries in three months with sugar on top. The whole and very real deal is done without fanfare and seemingly without a parade. Kinko's's has given me a local voice so I'll try to rap up my trip with kudos and standard bullshit like everything else I've written.

We boogied outta Spain and landed in Denver for a few but then hit the road and looked for the Big West. Jackson Wyoming, Ketchum/Sun Valley Idaho, Craters of the Moon Idaho and Joseph Oregon fulfilled the fantasy and made me a cowboy. Thanks Hippie Joe for the grass and pinball, it was like we were 15 at the 7-11. "Finish strong boys" he yelled when we departed company and we did and are and have.

A note to my traveling partner:

You are Daniel Parks the magnificent. Your are a necessity. You are vital to this experience. You are at every turn my equal story. You are indispensable as a friend.

It was fucking great man and thanks for making it so!

Now it sets in like the reddish orange sunset on the Adriatic, I'm home. Hi to all, it's me, Alec Ausbrooks and his alter ego Kid Silver Toes. Can anyone out there help me get back in the groove or should I wait? I loved hearing from you all and thanks for the support throughout. I will be selling the soft cover for around a ten spot so please reserve a copy today.

Life is fun man

Peace

A

Tum Tum
Is it fun to say tummy? You know, rubbing the tummy when your little makes all feel good. Now I'm sitting back, rubbing my tummy and contemplating the past few months. Why? Due to a sluggish finish I'm choosing to take some time and really ponder what was the purpose or meaning of it. Did it have any? Spain finished much better than it started so I'm correcting the previous verbiage but I'm still not satisfied. Having feet down in John Denver's backyard has provided the respite needed to form opinion and develop a reason. My opinions are meaningless since everyones experience would be different but I'm gonna give it. Gonna? I've never put on rose colored glasses for anything or anyone so it allows me to see the street for what it is and not the fantasy that sells copy. Don't buy into the sales pitch and draw your own conclusions yet stay open for any result as long as it's the truth. Mine are mixed with both good and bad but no overpowering element one way or another. Spain sucked on a whole but Vigo and Bilbao were islands for the better. Greece may have took our minds so far in one direction that we barley recovered to enjoy the next act and thanks to Mary for that. Thank you Mary for making Greece a really good gig. Whatever else you may think, hit the street and stay away from the tours if you want it live and in your face. You can eat the food, suck in the smoke, read the graffiti and watch the trash flow down the river but you also get to know Johnny next door which was the best by far. Pluses and minus baby, that's what it was and what it should be. I'll follow up on another day but just ride with my mind for now even if it's all over the map.

Do you get any of this? Me neither.

A in USA

Peace

About Spain
If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.

Peace

A

P.S.

I believe in Bigfoot.

Curly Ones
Why are you laughing? Do you think a title like that is going to expose me or someone else to various adult or weird anatomical comments? Nope, just being goofy. I thought I would try to write something a bit less in need of interpretation, like a big slap on the bubble or please pass the salt kinda shit. Alec is sitting in an internet cafe in Madrid after a long day of turning road under foot and looking at G-Dunk. G-Dunk you ask? It's the same as E-Nay, you tell them Animist. I'm neither loaded nor drunk but sun happy and flush with art. The Prado was groovin and the Botanical gave wood but the real kiss came from the lake in the park and the many Madridinites therein. They all turned out for a spectacular Saturday of light and love. The light via the sun and the love via whichever partner had his/her hand on the others ass. A smooch fest for no reason save the fest and a positive march through the madness for Handroe. Not a bad day at all my good people, not bad. I've written novels about this red blooded, fire eating and gypsy olive branch shit but now it hits home. All this in my head and no real accomplishment for it, no deed. Where is my pen damn it, does anyone know how it feels, now, in this place? Maybe I have hit the pipe.....

I give you get


A

100% Florida Gator
So there I was at the port getting ready to leave the island of Thira and I noticed a seemingly cute dog sleeping on a step. You all know how much I dig the four legged so it's not surprising that I ventured over. He was an accommodating 45 pound pooch with a mellow look and an exposed belly for scratching. What I didn't realize is that this crazed, vile, bastard beast from hell was waiting for his moment. He must have looked at me like a fat man in a free donut shop. As I moved my hand for a gentle scratch on the nose he latched onto me as if he thought himself the Master and Lord of the Serengeti. Chewed my left hand until it was hamburger, three puncture wounds and many scratches later he released and bailed. What he didn't know is that he was about half a second from losing his life or maybe he did. His day will come, he'll be bopping around the port and some 20 year old hippie will leave him under tread. I didn't and don't deserve the treatment that I got. So, when on Thira beware the mutt with the choppers and the bit of Alec stuck between his teeth because I'd rather tangle with a Florida Gator than deal with that devil again. His time will come.....

Peace and love

A