So four out of towners rolled through, and a few of them had ipods, so them, and my punker friends and i drank with them down by the tracks, and one of them asked to borrow my headphones, so of course i said no because they had called me an oogle earlier, and i wasnt quite sure if they were serious. well, he finally offered to lend me his journal that he had apparantly kept for a good portion of his travels, and it had letters back and forth from his wife, and how and where he wants to be buried, so i was curious as to your opinion of if he ripped me off and bailed town, or he still desperately desires that notebook.
