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O Stewball Was a Racehorse amd I Wish He Were Mine

The river flows it flows to the sea, wherever that river- goes that's where I want to be. Day 3

Day 3

I guess it's good to roam wherever the river goes as long as you are a bit closer to your home where you can crawl up into your bed and go to sleep. The ground seems harder than when I was a kitten.. and the thermal bag just not quite warm enough in the night air of the mountains. The quiet can be good but can also echo in your head when you are used to other's around you. I don't know.. maybe I'm not such a FG after all. Maybe I wasn't as lost as I thought?

Face it Stewart....you are homesick and miss your brew. Life isn't that hard and you know you love to laugh.

Tossing my small amount of things together, hopping on my bike I head back home. Time to tend the nip brew and chase the ladies. ;) Can't depend on Tom J. to do it right MOL!!!! He's too afraid to stand near the still....MOL!!!

LOOK OUT LADIES HERE I COME!! :D:D

The river flows it flows to the sea, wherever that river- goes that's where I want to be. Day 2

Day 2.

Today is a little better.. slower. I raced so hard yesterday I didn't even get to see where I came from or where I was heading. Just down the highway..

I took a few sideroads today taking in all around me.. I even stopped to eat which I didn't yesterday, I guess I forgot, and besides was not even hungry.

The area around here is nice, clear, cool and shady. I love the mountains and the smell of everything. It clears my head giving me time to think. I don't want to think really at times.. but at my age I guess I need to reflect on my life of nip brew and outrunning the law. It is a new era, not like when my Great, Great Grandpa Stewart was alive.

I have lost some and loved much. Totally unable to settle down for long, my sisters and brothers worrying about me all the time. It seems my life on the streets as a young man/cat sort of outlined my life, but I'm growing tired.

Well there's a Long John Silvers up ahead a ways and guess I'll hop on my bike and run there for some supper. Never gonna be as good as some I've had recently and I sure could use a nip beer but not while driving ....

The river flows it flows to the sea, wherever that river- goes that's where I want to be. Day 1

Day 1.

It sucked.

I am from a LARGE furmily and used to all the commotion that goes with it. It was so strange to be alone again. I swore long ago I would never be and here I am racing down the road on my bike.