Two days ago I rode Birdland, then worked on some of the jumps a bit. Absolutely sweating balls and an unstoppable army of mosquitoes. Tonight it was the light of a fire and a sweatshirt. If you don't like the weather, stick around for a minute. Coyotes at full howl and me swinging a sickle like a F-in madman, trying to put these goddamn weeds to bed. Miller High Life and desperate low life go great together. What moskitoes? who knows?