a cold day in january stopped sliding by "where ya from? where ya heading?" just everything I knew which was nothing, still isn't more questions than hours wasted in the air the dogs were real hungry that day but they couldn't wait to ask us "what you been smokin' boy?" 500 should cover that, shouldn't it? you can be a no man in anyone's land unless you're the diplomatically immunised you're someone to be scrutinized by governments in arms not opened nearly as wide as their mouths, blabbing but freedom isn't their language in border talk no friends to speak of