It's Friday. YAY! Yes it is. IS TOO! Well for the world of Asphalt paving and night crews this begins their weekend. Fresh start on Sunday night. Rules and regulations. DOT demands, yes they are pretty persnickety, safety considerations at all times. Friday and Saturday nights are not for schmearing the roadways by all accounts. They're for rabble rousing and drifting. Asphalt and beer and Parnelli Jones don't combine well. Get my drift? We know what drifting is, right? ( oh come on, some of you are old like me) Do we know what DOT is? Ah HA!, some of you are not old like me and have no clue. You could find all the clues you could ever want in a lifetime at a marina.




OK, YAY! Friday! I'm out for a good time cause "I get around". I've wanted to live in two wild environments. More wild than you and I could make up. The bottom of the ocean, well feasible bottom. In one of those habitats. What was that movie? So awesome. No fishes to worry with, they had visitors. The moon....in one of those habitats. I was so hoping my lifetime would offer me an apartment on the moon, a room with a view. So my room in deepest darkest Africa....nnnnnn waters and I might have visitors. Where are they from? The dark side of the moon?












The dark side of the moon. Who visits me?



It's sleep depravation.

I see two of them them.

Cave dwelling, oceans midnight....to the moon.