May 31, 1997 (Day 73 – milepoint 770.2 – Punchbowl Shelter)

It came to me. It came like a FLASH! LIKE A VISION! BURNT ACROSS THE SKY!:

“Oh give me a home
Where more women roam,
Mere my willie and his two friends can play,
Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word,
And my ass won’t be itching all day.”

“Home, home on the Trail,
Where my willie and his two friends don’t play,
Where humidity reigns,
And I’m feeling less pain
But my ass is still itching all day.”

It gets tough out here at times. I’m young and healthy, and single, but unfortunately my lifestyle hasn’t been a big help when it comes to women. A good friend offered some good advice: when the urge starts to overwhelm you, just think Margaret Thatcher, Margaret Thatcher, Margaret Thatcher. No more urge.

Aquaholic