Sometimes things have to change. At times, we choose. At other times, circumstances make it necessary.
Shit happens. You can moan about the shit, or you can look at your options: Gardening? Methane production for power? Performance art?
I’m sure we’ll all meet again. Or most of us, anyhow.
Huge props to my friend Prote, without whom many good things may not have happened.
To those missing their dose of Goat Tales, keep in touch. You may get to preview bits of the Damned Book if you’re nice.