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Hash Trash 5/11/2017

So there I was... gathered around pavement decorated in many-a-Hash mark ... how many different types of marks can there be?!  We awaited hare 1 to set trail upon which we would embark...and drank in the crisp and essentially oily air of Genessee.

The first leg was hared by Mudman and Swayzee and the second by Mayan and Fetch...followed by deep swallowing of grape vodka and margaritas on a picnic bench.  

We climbed across a wall between swamp and highway...some of us followed flour, others just wandered astray.  Bridge after bridge we crossed as the trail turned bare. Holy hell fire and shit -we caught a hare! 

The light turned to night so to ON-HOME we flew...What did we learn today? No one really knew. Only one hare got lost, stupid is what stupid does...Nope it wasn't me!!! OK yes, yes it was.  Well that's about all I have to say... oh and happy Mother's Day! 

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