dr_knownothing

here, we are the only people for miles. sleeping in this toolshed it's just us, the mouse, the wild pigs, a mongoose or two and a few cows. and grass, hundreds and hundreds of acres of grass. our work is hard, our hands get all cutup, we sweat all day and stink until we go back south in a day or two and can shower. and i love it, and i think you do to deep down somewhere, regardless of the mosquitos and the pigs that crash around in the bamboo forest all nite long, rooting for fresh shoots among the ruins of the old temple. i've never seen you look so beautiful, holding a machete, clearing the tall grass away from the baby banana trees, wearing your old tank top and my favorite hat... later we'll hike to the jeep and drive into town and eat pesto pizza served by the only transsexual we've met in all our days on this island. this life, with you, i'm too happy to even say...