on it would be the breakfast set -- with a pink rose from the garden. i have never had such dark, crispy greens and fast rate of growth in my kitchen garden. the door led to a human trailer home, where he was mistaken for an alligator and barely escaped being killed. chowder means chunky to me so i’m going to call it that. the lines for ben's chili bowl literally wrapped around the building last night. it’s often not been so bad as long as i can forget what “my other life” would be like if i were in it. 