Back to that desert life, PPH round two and boy was it a Disney…I mean doozy. Just a couple of cool cats hanging and working in the desert, and I call ourselves cats because cats are the only cats who know where its at lets be real here.
We kept things real simple out there, just us and the bare necessities, the simple bare necessities, we forgot about our worries and our strife. Didn’t get too hot out there but boy was I still dreaming of being under the sea while I dumped water on my head (everything’s better where it’s wetter take it from me). It actually got pretty cold during a couple of the nights, not unlike the Arabian nights, my good friends Al and Abu had to deal with back in the 90’s when they were homeless and living on the street. We even got some rain one of the nights, and in the morning we awoke to a whole new world, a new fantastic point of view. It kind of made me want to paint with all the colors of the wind, but then it got real windy and my paint probably would’ve flown everywhere so I had to scratch that idea.
Even had some snow on Owen’s Peak after that rain came through, and I kept asking everyone “Do you wanna build a snowman? Come on lets go and play!” but they weren’t really into it, they wanted to work or something.
In conclusion, when you wish upon a star, and listen to/sing Disney songs for 10 days straight you feel like a dog gone baller, like Simba when he takes back Pride Rock from dusty old Uncle Scar and those slimy hyenas and everything’s Hakuna Matata again, OH YEAH BABY!
