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Here is Plick Jr., not a patch to Plick, but
working on it.  He was one of at least
eight...maybe ten mohawks administered
by Kathy Rox of Salon Mystique.  Part of
our 'half way through the revolution party'
was to offer anyone who was inclined the
opportunity to join rank.  Kathy buzzed till
she couldn't buzz anymore....then there
was Buzzo...
By the grace of Richard Pierce, The Buzzo All-Stars, performed for the party amidst a
recent feud between Ace and Buzzo.  This feud originates from the filthy sin of
greed...Buzzo wouldn't stop trying to squeeze me for more money.  He even got a little
nasty the last time when I was forced to tell him to kiss off and that we'd call him if we ever
need a drunken jughead like him at Better Days again.  Setting the feud aside we let Buzzo
come down and he was read the riot act by me and his band members.  So the show was
good...Buzzo only drank two thirds of a bottle of Dewars in an obvious effort to remain well
behaved.  After the music stopped Buzzo immediately came over to me and started to
hover, wanting the money.  I realized this and acted like I didn't, waiting at least twenty
minutes to hand the money over.  When I actually had the money in hand Buzzo had
disappeared from view and I quickly found Captain Jack (buzzo's guitar player) and handed
him the door money.  No sooner did I turn around did Buzzo appear and I told him that I had
gave the loot to Jack.  "What the #$%@#$^$%&#$@#$^@^"...."#$%#$%@#$%" (*$# You
ace! I'm never playing her again! This is bullshit!!!"  Buzzo screamed as he went into the
shakes and was pounding his cane feverishly.  I was momentarily worried about him
wacking me with it and/or having a heart attack.  The man ran out the door, back in the
door, all the while bitching and freaking out.  My reply to him was simply the non-verbal
double bird..... I guess he told someone outside he was sorry and begged not to be black
listed..... F You Buzzo, we will talk again in another six months when the bitterness recedes.
Me and Aunt FA sharing a tender
psychedelic moment
I have started a chicken family.  It seems alot easier than a human family and I would like to be able to eat
eggs again.  Commercial, store bought eggs are not a good deal.  The chickens are mistreated from the get
go when they typically cut the end of the beak off and pack them into small metal laying pens.  Then a great
deal of growth stimulating feed and additives are given to get the hen to lay lay lay.  The eggs carry any
hormones or unnatural additives and are relatively low in nutritional value.  So I decided to get a flock of
hens to give me all natural, highly nutritious and delicious eggs.  My uncle Ann has been raising laying hens
for years now and she has gotten lots of enjoyment and food from her flock.  So with her help we split a box
of 27 assorted rainbow layers and it just adds one more pleasure to ranch life.....  Meet Greta, the middle
picture, who was the runt of the bunch and immediately chosen to become the queen.  She's a little wobbly
and much smaller but did a somersault shortly after entering the brooder so I think she will make out fine.  
Stay tuned for more on Greta and her flock!!!