Backlog: You can eat Doritos at a Wine tasting

On Monday morning, the Fourth of June, Two Men set out in search of Doom
They started at Eight, to a surfer's shop
to break a fast, then to a cliff side top.
They watched the surfers for Twenty minutes, said goodbye to Danielle and her Witches Broom.

Up the coast to San Fran, to find the hearts, their own, which they had left there.
However, the clouds hid their hearts there, and now they're hollow in the middle, which gave them little remorse for the small island in the bay with the barbed-wire fence.

On ward to greener pastures, or rather, vineyards.
Like the kind you see in movies.
The two Men cornered a winery and demanded a tasting.
Their knowledge of swirling and smelling was only a potentiality before that day, and when they had found the wine of their bliss,

They went on Their Way.


To the coast of Northern California, where trees outlive dinosaurs
and Elk will cry where they eat.
Two Men hiked a path, they started as college grads, and while taking their first steps they were transformed into dwarfs and conquistadors, both and.

And on that feight-full hike, a promised was made:
If Theodore were attacked by wolves, Travis would carry him out:
Defending him with his arm, and protecting his face.

Then through a foggy creep, and black Mamba of asphalt.
The Men could not see but a few feet ahead.
And just as quickly as the fog fell like the sighs of a million locusts
It Lifted, leaving the Men asleep in a parking lot,
till their adventures would begin anew.