With the bestest and mostest stuff. This morning, while running, I turned off the eight lane roads and joggled in behind the commercial veneer. The morning joggle. Outbound from Harmon Loop Hotel. I passed a long green and white building where they make that pill and put it in bottles.
Some people so love that pill that they spend their entire paycheck on bottles of it.
If I came along and used a pill to wipe out people's sense of self and culture I would be internationally condemned and locally stoned to death. Yet there sits that pill on shelves with names like Budpweipwei. As I ran a lap around the Micronesia Mall I could feel a twinge in my upper right leg. I knew the muscle that was twinging, it can leave me limping. I called out loud a name in the wind, calling on the spirit of Kisihn Tikitik, ceaseless motion forward forever smiling, and the twinge was lifted from me.