Logbook Of A Scavenger: October 11 2025

Howdy Cadets... Just kind of throwing my soul onto a SPIRITUAL shoreline right now... To me, I'm just giving birth to God's light about the slits in Scioto County's veins. Those veins are a sewer system...

My friend Pam wants me to have a kid with her... I wish I was just producing rubber chickens but nope... Pam wants a fun sized Cody inside her... I'm flattered... I love Pam but I'm too disabled to do the hunky bunk love dunk with her and have her to poop out an elf that's related to me. Everyone should know I wouldn't make a platinum father. Plus I don't enjoy sex... I would rather just systematically remove my hotdog. But it does glue me to the throne of guilt because I know Pam has wanted a kid since I first met her and I always felt like she was attracted to me in some weird way. But that wouldn't be on a comfortable cloud with the embryo. You got to think of the well being of the child. And I wouldn't wanna throw a fetus into this area... I don't think anyone should be having kids in New Boston, Ohio or Huntington, West Virginia. Perhaps in Maryland but not here... I also don't like it that Pam smokes cigarettes. I despise cigarettes. I'd rather smell a fart from a vampire than smell cigs.

Do I still think about Sydney? Sure. I even told Caitlin that my brain is lost in the dunes on what I'm gonna do about her... I have my sunglasses that she held that one day.

My lawyer Rick Nash is a platinum statue among the rest.