Working Hard in the summer heat some happy workers unknowingly put in their last hours at a little shop in the woods.

The man said bad things about them. He kept his eyes open and watched the workers through a long hard winter.

The workers worked... and the bosses punched numbers... and the clock ticked as the man watched on.

Whos the real man? Unable to find the answer... I went and found a differnt job. Its said that you cant fuck with the man till you are the man.

There are no marbles at budgetcamp this year. When you ask me why I will tell you the story of the glass trees falling in the forest.

The birds are singing now. I know the man likes birds. After all we are fighting for a free country... lord knows the birds should be free to fly where they want too.

Love, hylo