Bushwhacking: In Search for Ms. Piggy (Part I)
July 7th 2009 I stood out in the Seattle streets. A summer day, one shrouded by clouds, cold gray ugly clouds spitting a crisp wind. I checked the time. 8:03 in the morning. Where was he? Why didn’t I wear more layers? Cursed weather! With this thought, I shivered at possible outcomes ahead if, and only if, the weather turned its brutality upon me. I was wearing pants, socks, two top layer
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