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What up erbody... this is M diggy dang dog in da house!!! actually, i'm in my house, which is in santa rosa... wow. another quota has come and gone. I fee like this one has been the shortest, it seems like only a little while back when I was leaving home in january... so much has happend since then. kind of. actually not really, life has been pretty much the same. but still its flying by. I like to relate it to a car. When you are born, your car is fresh off the lot, its getting used to the road, its going pretty slow, but as you get older, the car starts driving faster, flowers on the side of the road start to look like blurs, things get caarazy, you tend to veer to the left and right, and get warned by the divots, i guess when you get old, you accelorator gets stuck down, and your brakes are all worn down and the car just goes flying off a cliff. You feel weightlessness briefly and that moment is bliss, but then you realize that you are hurlting down 400 feet into the raging sea. Panic, and then acceptance. And then SPLASH... but I digress...

Good 'ol joe SEE-Balka is leaving. off to the land of AFRIKA. We will all miss him. At the same time, we are stoked that he gets to see his parents and shadow missionaries. It will be super exiting for him. So Joe, we are sad to see you go, but happy to see you go do something awesome. I will be looking foreward to your return.

Anyway, break is going good. I am stinkin excited to go to Vail to visit the brother there. Although, its going to be hard to leave weather that is in the mid 70's. Still, some shreading is in order, as well as some air time. Keith will be here recording all week with Patch and Danny. Joe, will be flying to Africa. Evan and Joe Mo are holding down the fort at yee ol' Avalon.

March madness is in full swing. I just figured out why the call it madness... because thats how I get when the team I choose to win the whole things crashes and burns in the elite 8. Stinkin Kansas, I had them going all the way. Now keith is going to beat me in the brackets... Keith, don't gloat, nobody likes gloaters, I don't want to hear it. Don't say anything. Just let me be a looser on my own accord.... thats the worst part about it. I know that Keith will gloat... so don't gloat, or you'll sink in the moat, or be devoured by a goat, or you will be sloat, or you'll lose your coat, and I'll sink your boat, because it won't float, murder, she wrote...

well, thats pretty much all I gots to say right now. I hope alls yalls is doin good. I wrote a poem a little while back one day in class, I close with that...

As The Stars Go By, by Matt Fitch:

As the stars go by, the lone salt gazeth,
The night sky shines down, brighter than the day.
Long shadows cast about, lie strewn upon the land,
the reflection in the sea, the smoothness of the sand.

The old man waited, for something to come his way,
long had it been, since the sea shook that day.
Thoughts of the past, constantly haunting he,
who could have known, why this man wasn't free?

Furled brow, curled lips, whiskey on his breath,
As wrinkled as a prune, his countanence was death.
But in the proper moon light, his eyes did seem to gleam,
Just remember this my child, nothing is as it seems.

Each inhale breifly visible, the codger puffed his pipe,
Smoke slowly left his mouth, the old man's thoughts were ripe.
Perched upon the weared sea wall, back in recline,
Weary as the day is long, his life was in decline.

His only strand of hope, serving a sail and a sheet,
But this rope called life was loosened, from the dockside cleat.
A silouetted boat had passed, which captured the gleam from his eye,
the old man lay there dead, and watched the stars go by.


Fin.

-M