It must be planting season because so much of Pennsylvania has recently been iced, chocolate-cake-like, with a thick covering of cow shit. That was the ride from trunz. But I'm here now, getting myself settled at Berea-Rose, eating some olives and sliced tomatoes. The boys are setting up their Hot Wheels tracks. Alane is out getting the stuff we're gonna need tomorrow morning to make meatballs. I talked to Bazzukajoe earlier today... He too went to his barber recently... And he too was told something ridiculous.