Well, looks like old Joshua is gonna have to weather yet another night in this yuppy shit hole. Old Barnaby and me couldn't panhandle the $40 odd dollars for a Peter Pan bus to Albany. So here's I am in the library again, pecking away at this damned machine. But my stomach is growling, so's I got to go find something to try and stick on these old ribs of mine. Hopefully tomorrow, I'll be back on the trail where I belong.