Epilogue "MONA LISA MUST'VE HAD THE HIGHWAY BLUES YOU CAN TELL BY THE WAY SHE SMILED"

The two words to some up that weekend are Helter Skelter. But amidst all that chaos was control, remembrance and realization. Control? Yes, despite my lack of cognizant self control my sub conscious self control kicked into over drive. My budget for the three days was $200.00. Now I'll admit that I was spending without discretion (is there politics in my future?) yet when I returned home and checked my accounts on line I discovered that I spent $203.oo.

As for the remembrance aspect, tho there is little from that weekend, I did remember why I left there, and it didn't take too long either. Although Flagstaff is a pretty place, like most of America, it is slowly turning into a third world country . I will get into that more on a day that I really feel like pissing people off. Hard to believe thats not every day isn't it?

As for the realization. This most likely will be the last time I see The Great Instigator, Gus Gustave Gustaverson, The Falbolous One, and The Wallrus all in the same city. That is of course, unless we plan on meeting in Belgium in five years. Or go to the Father Land for Oktoberfest.

For now tho I am stuck here in Roop Scooptopia. For better or worse I do know this much, I will never spend $200.00 on beer in this town.