Sarah took me to her home in North Dakota. My body rejected the transplant immediately with an overwhelming display of histamine force: my nose ran continuously for 36 hours. My eyes are still a bit itchy.
However, I did manage to have a lot of fun. For instance, I contracted the avian bird SARS flu:
I got to hold and stroke another man’s cock:
What a handsome bird. This cock ate nuts out of my hand.
Carl is a really nice guy. He served us elk ribs. I had elk rib sammiches.
There were two black cocks. Here you can see one of the pair. I don’t know if it was “Arnie” or “Danny” — named after the movie “Twins.”
Sarah and I went out to photograph the wheat stubble:
By the afternoon I felt so cruddy that I just stayed in the truck.
Also there was a Model A:
I’m so glad to be back.