Dear Diary,
«Ques quis passe¿¡»? I don't know. Oh yes! As I strolled into town, a hail from behind me hollered across the road. T'was none other than the legendary Artist extrodinarre: Mike Taylor. We spent a quiet time reminiscing by the riverside. Aye. Good times.
Next came Jake, back from Canada, then off to see Janie, where I am now. Too much hath transpired to recount here and now, too sloshed et cetera. Soz. Gonne recall what happened exactely some other time, not now. Sweet Santa Maria calls. Siren. Mermaid. Dashed on the rocks.
Maximus Fleximus.
