My first morning in slab city

Getting my bike together to go find land I hear chatter on the road, talk of water, canal, gibberish. I peek around my rv to investigate and it is a herd of retireds walking sticks in hand referring to me in a comment referencing the hills have eyes. My attention is quickly shifted to lawn chairs with parasails and little lawn mower engines fall from the sky, get themselves together and back in the sky.

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