Lenny's California adventure!

[JuanHamm]

What's he going to get up to?

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Work. I f’d up booking, but my god the Delta gate agent was a d*ck. And the customer support person is an idiot.

[lennytheweedwhacker]

I was eventually able to get on standby with the correct fly, but I’m mentally exhausted and my throat is bone dry. I suck.

[JuanHamm]

I was eventually able to get on standby with the correct fly, but I’m mentally exhausted and my throat is bone dry. I suck.

Stop it. How long until the flight?

[Malloy]

lenny goes west

[Anders]

Hope you enjoy it.

[tragabigzanda]

There is a wolf in me . . . fangs pointed for tearing gashes . . . a red tongue for raw meat . . . and the hot lapping of blood—I keep this wolf because the wilderness gave it to me and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fox in me . . . a silver-gray fox . . . I sniff and guess . . . I pick things out of the wind and air . . . I nose in the dark night and take sleepers and eat them and hide the feathers . . . I circle and loop and double-cross.

There is a hog in me . . . a snout and a belly . . . a machinery for eating and grunting . . . a machinery for sleeping satisfied in the sun—I got this too from the wilderness and the wilderness will not let it go.

There is a fish in me . . . I know I came from salt-blue water-gates . . . I scurried with shoals of herring . . . I blew waterspouts with porpoises . . . before land was . . . before the water went down . . . before Noah . . . before the first chapter of Genesis.

There is a baboon in me . . . clambering-clawed . . . dog-faced . . . yawping a galoot's hunger . . . hairy under the armpits . . . here are the hawk-eyed hankering men . . . here are the blonde and blue-eyed women . . . here they hide curled asleep waiting . . . ready to snarl and kill . . . ready to sing and give milk . . . waiting—I keep the baboon because the wilderness says so.

There is an eagle in me and a mockingbird . . . and the eagle flies among the Rocky Mountains of my dreams and fights among the Sierra crags of what I want . . . and the mockingbird warbles in the early forenoon before the dew is gone, warbles in the underbrush of my Chattanoogas of hope, gushes over the blue Ozark foothills of my wishes—And I got the eagle and the mockingbird from the wilderness.

O, I got a zoo, I got a menagerie, inside my ribs, under my bony head, under my red-valve heart—and I got something else: it is a man-child heart, a woman-child heart: it is a father and mother and lover: it came from God-Knows-Where: it is going to God-Knows-Where—For I am the keeper of the zoo: I say yes and no: I sing and kill and work: I am a pal of the world: I came from the wilderness.

[doug rr]

what city?

[wease]

Modesto

[dad]

I stayed in hotel in Sherman Oaks once.

Have fun lenny.

[VinylGuy]

Go crazy Len!!

[JuanHamm]

What did you drink on the plane?

[knee tunes]

Lenny's flying over one of our houses right now!

not mine

NRRRM NRRRM! Lenny, NRRRM NRRRRM!

[The Argonaut]

Don't go to any egg arcades, lenny. Otherwise, have a good time

[JuanHamm]

Where is he?

[knee tunes]

Diarrhea'ing over one of us.

Not me

[JuanHamm]

Maybe strat

[lennytheweedwhacker]

Luggage won’t make it until tomorrow. I’m a dumb*ss.

[The Argonaut]

Never check luggage

[doug rr]

is it your 3 piece Louis Vuitton luggage set?