Walking my bitch | Long Time Gone

A nice Hash yesterday. It was good to see Salty Cum (aka Marissa) make a rare appearance. She’s actually quite the trooper, nary a complaint on trail. We even climbed two mountains! Might be I’ll turn her into a walkaholic yet! Here’s some photos:

*I lifted this selfie from Salty Cum’s facebook page. For whatever reason she wasn’t keen of me taking a photograph of her…*

***Of course, what she can’t see me doing she can’t complain about, right?***

Why was the mountain sad? Because all his friends took him for granite. *ahem*

***And down below lies Barrio Barretto. Can you imagine a better view?***

Back “on-home” at Treasure Island I was required to join my fellow Americans on the ice. Some pretext about losing some sporting event or another. I protested that we had just won the Super Bowl and someone else reminded that we had also won the World Series. The Aussie in charge wasn’t impressed.

***Poor Marissa had the misfortune of kicking over someone’s beer in the Hash circle. And when one Filipina sits, all Filipinas sit!***

Anyway, it was a pretty nice Hash day.

This morning I convinced Marissa to walk back to her place on the recently discovered trail affectionately known as “my bitch”. So, I guess you could say I walked with my bitch on my bitch. Eh, maybe that wouldn’t be good to say. Seriously, I was impressed to see Marissa at least making an effort to be part of my non-drinking life.

Anyway, I have no illusions about the future and her role in it. It is what it is. And what it is is better than nothing. For now at least.

Here comes Johnny and he’ll tell you the story
Hand me down my walkin’ shoes
Here comes Johnny with the power and the glory
Backbeat the talkin’ blues

He got the action, he got the motion
Yeah, the boy can play
Dedication, devotion
Turning all the night time into the day

He do the song about the sweet lovin’ woman
He do the song about the knife
He do the walk, he do the walk of life

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