I mean, as I type, I'm in the past. Have we established this? You live in a world I can hardly imagine.
How to find me, then?
At a pinch, I would check for a teepee in Spain, on a beach, where I live with my wife and son and Kelley and Cheryl and maybe Kyle, if he wants to come. I live on olives and garlic and fresh anchovies and exotic spicy jamon made from acorn-fed pigs.
When you get there, don't be shocked if I'm not in, as I will be driving the burros up the hill for the night.
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