Well. I emerged at Island Grisson about 5pm Sunday night. A rowboat took me across a narrow straight to a place called "Long Beach" where there was a place called "Yard House." Wow what a difference from the Taliban-controlled hill in Afghanistan!

After exposing myself I realized that I had to get back into hiding, so donned a blue bandana and headed for South Central, where I could feel safe. This burned-out building isnt as nice as my hole in Afghanistan, but the weather sure is much nicer! Also, the rats here seem better fed and sure are tastier.

Last night I thought I heard the timeout squads coming, but it turned out it was just some fellows in an El Camino. They were wearing red bandanas, so, by local custom I was obligated to put some caps up in their a**es.

Life on the lamb sure is interesting....