what are you doing out there?

here's the deal. fat marty jumped the fence. the deed is done. now the plot thickens and the vibes is high out here on the plains. vigilante action, middle of the night, camo faced, hugging the treeline, running through the open fields, dipping into the ditches when the carlights go by, and filling the bottle, and high tailin it out of there.

been about 3 weeks in the planning stages, one deaddrifter dropped out, another wanted to be the one to do the deed, but fat marty knew it was up to him. high noon, time for civil disobedience....

so the upshot is f. m. is drunk tonight on 18 pack o beers all alone in celebrating and cookin chicken and ribs at 10:00 pm completely soused talkin to me on the phone while the ribs burn, blasted, out of his gourd high on fermented wheat and malt.
weird is getting weirder,

now we send off the sample to the lab, can't ever say who did the deed. gotta protect sources and the deed. gonna say we have journalistic immunity to divulge our sources....remember that phrase, may wanna tattoo that on our left thigh for later recitation.....yupster....we have crossed some kinda line here....

been trying to get the government to go out there and do it. they danced all around it and avoid the subject like the plague, and the epa came out and failed to do so....

lots o heat, our sample is gonna be discredited etc. but it will establish something for them to put up or shut up with their own legal samples....we are the baseline till they go scoop their own lil bottle of shit....

this is gonna be another storm on the plains...
so what is a little jump over the fence, scoop up a jug o water, and begone by the light of the moon to me....civil disobedience is my middle name....as henry d. thoreau answered from behind bars to a concord resident who said "henry, what are you doing in there?" well henry stared at him long and hard and answered, "the question is...what are you doing out there?".