The story of Tree
as told by Count Boogie

As with all legends, there's a certain amount of embeleshment
that he or she who tells the story can spin wildly or with just the
slightest bit of subtle romance.

Seeing as it's my story, I can tell it as a simple truth.
I believe this story stands on it's own and has served as a beacon
for my chaotic and passionate latter life.

The story of Tree goes wee bit like this.

The year was around 1996 or 97, I'm horrible with dates so that's
as close as I can get it.
I was just fired from my big radio job at KROQ in Los Angeles.

I'll spare 100 page biography that would detail
the significance of this failure in my life and how even to this day I'm punished
for my bad choices and immaturity.
I'll just start by saying..it was a heap big boo boo of poo poo
that I brought upon myself.

I worked at KROQ at the same time as Jimmy Kimmel, Adam Corolla and Carson Daily.
Notice you've heard of all of them and not me???
Yup...none of them write music or musical comedy like I do either.
I was supposed to be in that group.
But now it's 2011 I'm an unemployed convicted felon living in
a motor home outside a BDSM dungeon...oops.

I lost everything and was back living in my 1968 V W Bus...again.

Everything I believed about everything at that time, was proven to be
wrong or I was simply full of shit about it.

Love, god, friendships, industry, government, law enforcement,
crime, the universe and me.

I was 27'ish years old when I opened my eyes and discovered
I was wrong about everything...and it was too late to fix it.

Needless to say, I was not entirely well in the head.

I was back drinking after 11 years of sobriety
and pretty ready to be dead.

I was done...no sympathy, no tears.
I just really felt like I had experienced all I needed to
and that death was a sweet and quiet place I could spend the next eternity.
No more games, no more being full of shit, no more pain and no
more proving to myself that I was always going to be a failure.
The movie was out of date and I was tired of watching it.

I parked my van along a certain road that fell between the border of two cities.
The spot was perfect.

It's important when finding a place to park your vehicle that
you live in to not have any houses around, because the
homeowners will instantly call the police and tell them,
"There's a strange guy in a van parked on our street"

The police will come and you will be woken up in the
middle of the night and told to move.
It happened so often I just kept my drivers license
out on a my little dresser and handed it to the cops
half asleep when they knocked on the van.

I couldn't blame the homeowners...they're doing the right thing.

I know I'm not a creepy guy and that I just wants to sleep, but
they don't and are doing the right thing to protect their neighborhood and children.

So, when you park for the night, you need to make sure
there are no houses anywhere near you.

This place though, had no houses for a long way...only a cemetery and a mountainside.
It was perfect.

The place I parked had a chain link fence that went around
a dirt field with a bunch of bushes and weeds and led down to the L.A river basin.
It's not really a river it's more a cement run off, but for Los Angeles it's
as close as we get...so we call it a river...:)

Anyway...

Right in front of the passenger door of my van on the sidewalk
where I parked, was a circular cement hole with an empty metal pole and a dying
little pine tree coming out of it.

It's important to note, it was the middle of summer and hot like a waffle iron.
Temperatures were in the 105-110 Fahrenheit range and dry as a bone.

The tree was about 7 feet tall and it had come off it's little
starter pole that they tie young trees to, to keep them growing
straight until they reach their adolescent phase of growth.

It was a sad god damn sight for sure...the tree was completely bent
over to where the top of the tree was about a foot and a half from
touching the ground and the entire little tree was about 85 percent
brown and dying...just like me.

I don't know why the city hadn't kept up on this tree.
All the other trees down the street were in front of
big offices with lawns and sprinklers, but on this part
of the street there was nothing but a dirt field,
so nobody cared about this little tree and just abandoned it.

Well...You can insert whatever emotional reaction
you want for yourself, but I just thought, "This is bullshit"

It wasn't the biggest moment of epiphany in my life and it came
with no grandeur or massive pivotal importance at the time.

I simply looked at the tree and said.
"Tree...if I'm gonna have to make it...You're gonna have to make it"

There it was, a deal...a commitment from a man who is so afraid of commitment
he shows up a half hour early to dates at restaurants to read and re-read the menu
because he's afraid to make the wrong choice of meal.
Let's not even begin to talk about my fear of commitment with women.

But, in that moment...I was not afraid...I knew I needed this little tree and
it needed me and that it would take some time to make this right.

I went into the back of the van, got some twine (which I still have to this day)
pulled the tree up and tied it back to it's pole.

Then, I went to a nursery and bought a box of the blue Miracle Gro plant
food and every night for the rest of the summer took a gallon milk jug,
filled it with water at a gas station (when you could still do that) dumped
in a spoon of the plant food, shook it up and watered the tree.

It took about a month for the green to start coming back, but it did.
Tree started to look...well...like a little tree.

I lived at that spot for about a year and that tree became my best friend.
I sang to the tree all the new songs I wrote while there.
I often had little campfires with my portable BBQ
that I burned scrap wood that I got from construction sites in.

Tree (which is the name I gave it because it's a tree...duh.) got to hear me write
and perform the "Two String Song" for the first time
(which is the song that basically led me away from suicide)
and "Butterflap" (which is a very happy song that I wrote
when I felt really shitty).

I'd sing to Tree, talk to Tree, get drunk and watch the
wild bunnies come out dance around the field at night with Tree.
Sometimes I'd bring the bunnies carrots and they'd get close and eat them with me.

I had a single fantasy deal I'd try to make with the bunnies but, they wouldn't keep
their end of the bargain...little fickle fluffy bastards!

The deal spoken to the bunnies was:
" I'll bring you carrots, which I KNOW you don't
get anywhere in this field of dirt and dry bushes.
I Boogie am the sole provider of all the bunny carrots that
you will ever taste in your life...ok???"

All I ask... is that when I bring a chick here, that you dance
around me like I'm Fuckin' Snow White.
...and when she comes up...you all run away like you're
scared of her, but you love and trust me...Ok???...Deal???
Get me laid... free carrots....what do ya say???
They just stared and wiggled their ignorant, non-business savvy noses at me.

Hmph...little fuckers...whatever. Fuck you! Anyone with a brain would
jump at this deal...it's a great deal!!!
They didn't have big brains...they were bunnies.

I still brought them carrots cause they were cute and I'm a sucker...but you gotta admit,
that would have been a sweet deal.

Tree would just sit there during the many drunken attempted bunny
negotiations and stare at the night sky.

It was a strange time for all of us, but it truly had moments of
being ok where we were all at...together, out of the reach of
disastrous, destructive human ego, or at least far enough to pretend.

The nights with a good supply of food, drink and wood for the fire, were
to this date some of the most peaceful nights of my life.

I loved Tree, and as it grew and got stronger, I was also getting stronger.
I was accepting the world as a different and mysterious wonder of information.
A much more interesting and broad view from what I used
to believe when I thought I knew everything.

I told Tree everything I thought...I deprogrammed as much
of my bullshit as I could and just tried to be like Tree and go with the flow of life.

There was so much to let go of and Tree heard it all.

The best part about Tree, you might ask?
...My tree didn't give a fuck that I was there and it's not MY tree.

What a great lesson. To watch a tree be a tree and know
that you mean nothing to it emotionally.

Oh sure, the fearful religious/spiritual hype people can say...
"Your tree knows you love it and loves you back".

To which I say... Fuck off hippie!!
Take your wannabe control freak, self masturbatory spiritual projections,
emotional epiphanies and pot induced fairy tales and piss off!

It's a fuckin' tree...it doesn't even care I exist!
It's doesn't care that I saved it.
I was there with it..I saw the truth, day in and day out.

I loved the tree because it helped me...PERIOD.
The tree would have died that summer and not cared.

It's a beautiful example of acceptance, lack of ego and zen.

All a tree does is be a tree.
It doesn't fight life or death, it surrenders to earth, and the conditions of chance.
It survives only because the elements of nature throw more fuel in it's place.

A tree is just a tree...and all I have to be is me. All you have to do is be YOU.
This is either one of life's greatest lessons, or it's just more bullshit.
But, bullshit or not... Tree is still there, I'm still here, and you're still there.

The universe provided me to be there for the tree.
I chose to save the tree and that saved me.

I will only say that this was possibly my deciding test from the alien Bio-Types
and leave it at that for now...because it is a real possibility, just as
all your different gods, goddesses and spiritual beliefs could
either be truth, half truth or pure bullshit...the latter being the most likely
for all of us.

After I finished my term living by Tree I have always
come back to it to water it in the hot summers and
see it's example of just being a tree.

I'd visit when my head is crazy and caught up in the
chaos of other humans...and in a few minutes of watching Tree
and it not doing anything, I'll always say...
"ok...I know I know...it's all bullshit if your a tree just be a tree
...don't try to be a rock if you're a tree."... or something close to that.

After my grandmother was buried at the cemetery
by Tree one year, I stopped at Tree and saw it was big enough to take off the starter pole.
Because it was bent over when I rescued it, it always had a
crooked trunk, so, I kept it to it's pole longer than normal.
It was a wonderful moment.
Tree was strong enough to stand on it's own.
I had to let go of my mother hen instincts and let nature take hold of tree's destiny.
I was scared, but I cut the twine.
In the breeze of that day that my grandmother's body was laid to rest
next to my grandfather, I watched Tree sway a little and stand just fine on it's own.

I have held the twine to my face on a few occasions to feel the pulse
of the universe share it's soft whisper "Don't worry...I know what I'm doing,
just be Boogie...it's ok...just be Boogie"
There was great comfort from my demons in those moments.

Once Tree was about 6 or 8 years old I saw the first buds
of what would become pinecones...and then finally... a real pinecone.

It was a game changer for me, no doubt.

It was like being a parent for the first time, or at least as close as I'll ever care to get.

I knew that's were the seeds came from and now
Tree was on it's way to maybe make little trees.

"What if I could help Tree make baby trees?"
"What if I could plant those trees?"
In my heart, that rang clear as a true opportunity to validate my meager little life.

If I could get this tree that I "saved" to produce trees and plant them,
that somehow that would make up for all the bad things I had done to myself.

All the mistakes I've made would somehow become less impacting
because I did this one good and pure thing for earth.

I could really have something tangible to use against the endless
screaming voices in my head to say,
"You're wrong...I'm not bad...I planted trees...see look right there...it's a tree...fuck off!"
"All of you who told me I was broken...I'm NOT broken...I can do good things."

Even though I have grown in many ways, I'm still pretty plagued with a lot of demons.

I've tried to help people...they mostly don't want help.
My attempts to save humans have always returned the same truth...
Humans are dumb and can't see what a really super cool god
I would be...so, they reject me as lord and go on killing themselves.

I've failed every relationship I've ever had and
really at the end of this very long journey I have to admit, I don't get humans at all.

The fact that I entertain is more for my survival than
for importance...people don't really care...you all have
your own chaos and purpose to deal with.

I can now accept that and give you my honest condolences and permission
to fix yourself...even though my way is cooler...lol

But a tree...a little tree, if you're lucky and plant enough
of them, can be something that benefits the eco system of Earth
for many many years.

Earth needs trees MUCH more than it needs humans.

So, there...it's official...I can't die until I plant a tree that came from Tree.

I don't have to be a star, I don't have to make millions or teach
the world how to be happy...I can ignore the destructive nature of
man's hype and brainwashing and just find a purpose in the simplest
of things...plant trees.

I shook my imaginary gentlemen's hand with organic life and said this will be
my next step of Boogie evolution.

The next question of logic then became..."Uh...I'm a city idiot...how do
you propagate trees???"

The information process retarded my advancement of the vision,
because
A: There are many lame people that love to give wrong, half assed advice about things and pretend it's truth.
and B: I'm an easily distracted person that has 3000 ideas making sure I never
finish one of them...Kinda like a Meth addict without the Meth.
FYI: I smoked Meth outa aluminum foil for a few months...it really made things worse, but that's a whole nutha story.

Some people would tell me that cones only opened in forest fires.
One said you had to have two cones from different trees in the same hole.
One, that unless the pollen from one tree got into another's cones they wouldn't
be fertile...blah blah blah blah....who the fuck am I supposed to believe???

I didn't want to do it wrong...I fuck up everything, so I was getting more stressed
as the years went by and started to feel that I would never make baby trees from Tree.
Somehow the city would cut down Tree or a drunk driver would ram into it blah blah
and then that would be that.

Acceptance and logic says..."Dude...just find another tree and get seedlings from
that one...same goal...planet is still happy...but, in my mind that is warped...it needs to
be from Tree or it won't be the same.

In 2009 my world once again imploded.
I left out the 100 other major implosions to stay focused on Tree, but this one
was a biggie...I got busted on a narcotics charge by lying cops and pretty much
lost everything.
Not saying I had no part in it, but let's just say I got to experience the reality of an ugly, very dishonest side of the legal system...it was no surprise, just sucked to be the one fucked by it.
ALSO...not saying all cops, judges etc. are bad...they're not...I have quite a few buddies who are or have been cops...but it's just the nature of the beast...you give someone power and a percentage of them will go bad with it.

For ten years I had my own little apartment and recording studio...I saved more than
I spent and really focused on my music / entertainment and trying to get a gig
back in radio, TV etc...always coming close but always having the bottom drop out.

They took my life savings (about 120 thousand) and I wound up having to move
into an old motor home and living in the parking lot of a BDSM Dungeon
(which I'm actually sitting in now typing this story).

The only good news is I've had and lost everything a number of times so, it wasn't
like I had to re-invent the "how to be instantly broke and survive" wheel.
I've always had a plan B, C and D.

The court case took two years facing 3 felony counts, which joyfully provided me with
lots of stress and uncertanty...not to mention dealing with all the "shoulda's and coulda's" that would have not wound me up in this place broke...that was my retirement money.
I had nothing else to fall back on.

But, you gotta learn to let it go...or it will fuckin' kill you...really...You can trust me.
I'm an expert on this subject...you've gotta just say "I fucked up and I'm the only one living in this body, so I gotta let it go and move forward".

A week after my arrest, I got into massage school to try to actually finish
something and provide a career I could get into.
Too bad I discovered my in six months, my hands weren't really strong
enough to do 4-6 massage a day (even with good body mechanics)
so I can only do maybe about 3-6 massage a week.
Some suckers just can't get an even break...oh well...it's a nice part time job
and women you're dating sure don't complain about the benifits.

I visited my tree a few times during period time to help me stay focused on the
present and not speculate my grim potential future or possible jail time.

Once again...Tree just sat and grew...bigger and taller than ever with LOTS
of budding pinecones.

But, these were different cones...much bigger and longer, which I later found out we're most likely female cones, the ones with the fertile seeds.

I finally got a bunch of good info off YouTube and various tree websites to conclude
that my tree was self-progagating Meaning...that the male cone/buds on top of the tree
pollinated the female cones and all I had to do was collect the seeds,
germinate them and if the tree goddess was nice...make baby trees!

Holy crap...this is it...I can do this...I was very nervous about the process.

The info said the best time to collect seeds was when the female cones opened
about a 1/3 of the way.
This means they had been pollinated and were ready to drop the seeds
and let nature do it's thing.

My court case finally came to a close and I was sentenced to 180 days in jail,
which I was able to get House Arrest, but found out the day I showed up that
I'd have to do it for 111 days.
OUCH!...that's a long time to be stuck in a house.

I was fortunate enough to have my good friend Larry (a disabled vet) invite
me to stay in exchange for helping him out around the house.

It was much harder being trapped indoors than I thought, But, I had the Perverted Circus
album to record and apparently seeds were to come my way...so it was the best choice
instead of going to Los Angeles County Jail for a month or so.

With House Arrest I had to go every two weeks to check in and get a new worksheet.
I was not supposed to go anywhere other than the meeting and straight home.

I started my H.A in July and by August-September I knew that this was
the time the cones were opening.
What's a convicted felon to do???
This might be the ONLY chance to make trees from Tree!

Well...I'll tell you what I did...I said "fuck it", risked violating my House Arrest,
and swung by Tree on the way home.

Sure enough...there were 4 cones right within my reach
that had just started to open...I was so excited.

I pulled them off as gently as I could and put them in an
empty Del Taco bag, catching the seeds that were falling out in my hand.
They were so pretty...little spotted seeds with a wing that makes it fall
like a helicopter to the ground.
I took the cones and raced home.

The info I was getting about how to germinate was varied but, there was one
guy that really seemed to know what he was talking about and I decided to chance
just going with his method.

I banged the first cone in a tin baking pan and seeds just started pouring out
by the dozens.
I laughed like a mad scientist out loud, it was so cool.
These were seeds from fuckin' Tree!!!
14 or so years...waiting for this moment and here they were...MY CHANCE!!
Sacred little gems of life that were just waiting for the opportunity to not just be eaten
by birds and squirrels but, actually become little trees.

In all I got about 100 seeds from the 4 cones...what a treasure!
I then (as instructed) filled a bowl with water and dumped all the seeds in.
The guy said that after some hours, the good seeds would sink to the
bottom and not good ones would stay floating...and dammed if he wasn't right.

In about 8-12 hours I had about 30-40 of what I call "Sinkies".

I pulled out all the sinkies and placed them in a grid formation
on a wet paper towel. Then folded the towel and wrapped another
wet towel around it. Then I slid it into a bag, marked the bag and put
it in the refrigerator...YES...I said the refrigerator...I thought is was
crazy too, but EverGreens (pines) germinate in winter under the snow packs,
so by doing this you tell the seeds "It's winter, wake up little dudes!"

I then did what any good grower must do.
Against EVERY grain of my short fucked up attention span...
Wait....wait and allow nature to be nature.

There is no rushing nature.
Some things take millions of years to become what they are.
How long does it take a mountain to raise up from the sea?

The couple of months it takes for seeds to sprout will not break me.
I can and will do this. For something great...I will wait.

I focused on the album, and dealt with all the other drama I had in my life.
I let my brain spin and calm and spin again.
I survived my house arrest and loneliness that came with it
when everyone left to go and have their fun.
I remembered the things I was grateful for and tried to focus on that.

And then...just as it started...it ended...111 days...October 30th 2011,
I walked out of Larry's door with my freedom...and ummmmmm...back to
the motorhome...lol...pretty anti-climatic in actuality.
But, I was free, so fuck it, right??

Of coarse in the months I was at Larry's we developed a good friendship.
He seems to like having me around to help so, it was agreed that I would
keep the studio at his place to finish the album and keep helping him
with his weekly needs.

Now then, I don't know the exact day, not that it matters except for people that are hung up on dates, but about Novemeber 4th or 5th'ish 2011,
I said "Hey, I haven't checked the seeds in a while".

To be TRULY honest...I did NOT expect it to work...I thought I was still a long way away from figuring out how to make sprouts from these seeds.

But, I pulled them out of the refrigerator crisper and I was instantly transformed into
a 3 year old boy discovering the wonders of the world for the first time
as I look at the baggie with the seeds and could clearly see one to two inch sprouts coming from about 6 seeds!!!

Oh my jesus fucktard monkey ice cream eating god!...THIS WAS IT!!.
Not a drill...no bullshit...no hype...no long drawn out speeches...I HAD SEEDLINGS!!!
I didn't know what to do. I didn't know what to feel...I was excited and very very confused...this was real.
My eyes were seeing it. There they were...FUCK FUCK FUCK....WHAT DO I DOOOOOO????

Hitchhikers guide to the galaxy...DON'T PANIC!!! ok...deep breath...it'll be ok.

I gently put the bag back in the fridge and went on with the recording that was
to be done.
Then I went back on line and searched more...I love YouTube...I hope it stays
around forever...lol

Found a guy with a evergreen farm in like Michigan or something who was really into
trees and got good info from him...NO Fertilizer for seedlings...they don't need it
and you can burn their fragile roots...later on if you have to, but not until they're older.
Ok...good tip...got it...it was good for Tree but Tree was already bigger.

Then I found a video of some old guy who was just sitting at a work bench on a stool
with a bunch of seedlings in styrofoam cups and he was really sweet to his seedlings
and that made me feel comfortable trusting his instincts.

I had the info and was gonna go for it.

The soil issue was a trauma for me for sure.
What do I put them in??? Dirt? Potting soil, crack-cocaine, Pop Tarts?
What kind?...a mix...fuck fuck fuck...
Don't Panic...ok fuck it, I'm cool

I read that if you go and dig up dirt from where the original tree was planted
that, that would be good because those are the minerals from where all the
seed Ju-Ju came from in the first place.

Then I read that a good potting soil was the safest bet because it was sterile,
where as dirt might have little diseases that could kill the baby roots.

Do you see what I'm talking about?
Always a different answer...always a risk of fucking in up in true Boogie style.

This is why people don't trust doctors, there's always a different opinion about everything.

My seeds deserved a good chance...they deserved someone who knew
how shit really worked...but, the universe is a place that only guarantees change
so, all you got is me...sorry but it's either Boogie...or bird poop.

This is an important lesson in life for me because I've made so many tragic
mistakes that have cost me dearly.

Sometimes you just have to roll the dice and use the best information available
at the time.
Otherwise, you will never do ANYTHING in your life.

Yes...I've failed almost everything I've ever tried...but, fuck it...at least I've tried
a lot of things.

Smarter people than me fuck up all the time and lose everything.
Sometimes they don't fuck up and shit just happens bad.

You can cry for the rest of your life about your failures...but absolutely
nobody but you gives a fuck about your misery...so suck it up and try
to make better choices.

Learn what you can from your mistakes and then step out and try again...and again.

Armed with this acceptance...I was now going to try to plant seedlings.

I went to an outlet garden store (HomeDepot) and looked and looked at all the soils
for about an hour.
Pacing back and forth talking to myself, I'm sure the people watching the security
camera thought I was nuts.

I finally found Miracle grow Seedling starter...the only one that said seedling on it.
I didn't want any fertilizers because of the dude in Michigan...but this was all there
was that looked ok.
I picked it up and put it down about 4 times and then a little voice said...
"Dude, stop being a bitch...Miracle Grow helped save Tree...it's good enough...buy it!"

So, I bought it and went to Larry's with some little styrofoam cups.

Next dilema...which way to plant the seeds??? Seed down or thingy that came out of the
seed down???

More questions...more different answers...but some time back online gave a majority answer that the root is the first thing that springs out of the seed and the leaf or needles in my case would break soil after a some days to look for the sun.

So, I there I was...made the mud, fingered a hole, took some pictures of the sprouts
to remember this great moment and gently put each seed in a cup of dirt.

I wanted to name each seedling. It's an instinct of ego and claiming ownership of something.

" I made this THING and I will call it BLAH BLAH and forever BLAH BLAH will be MINE"

When BLAH BLAH becomes old enough to travel on adventures under my command
BLAH BLAH will meet others and they will say...
" You are BLAH BLAH son or daughter of Count Boogie"
and BLAH BLAH will reply,
"Yes...I am son or daughter of the great Count Boogie and I bear for the rest of my life the honor of being grateful for Count Boogie,s ownership and my offspring will also be honored to carry on his mighty legacy"

That is bullshit...I don't own anything and neither do you.

It's my biggest peeve with parents that treat their children like a "thing" instead of
an individual human that will one day have their own agendas and desires
for their own life.

No...I don't have kids...but, I was a kid for my whole childhood and I know it
felt shitty to be treated like a worthless thing that was hated because I didn't "fulfill"
my obligation to stroke my parents ego and ownership in front of their peers and grand
visions of themselves for owning me.

So...I labeled each cup S for "seedling" , a number and the date they
were planted (11-6-2011)
Then I put the cup in a plastic tray and took my freshly planted seedlings
back home to the motor home and placed them by a window
that gets a couple hours of sunlight a day.

There...the process of many years of dreaming had come to this.
I survived with the help of Tree through many trials and attempts
to regain my sanity.
I had adventures of love, hate and fame...all falling short, but all
teaching me more about balance, and accepting life on life's terms.

I had now followed through on a dream and now it was up to nature
to call the seedlings to the welcoming light of the sun.

It only took 4 days.

On November 10th 2011...S-3 and S-1 broke soil.

It was one of the prettiest things I've ever seen in my life.
There they were...my little Phoenixes just like me...rising
from the ashes to live a new adventure.

NOTE TO THE WORLD:
From now on, November 10th will be "Phoenix day"
a day for everyone to celebrate the tragedies in their life
that led or forced them to rise from the ashes and celebrate a new beginning.
Divorce, death, fired from job, failed a business or and major
failure in your life....we can celebrate that moment as the potential
for a new beginning that will soar through the heavens until it's
time to crash and change as the universe allows.

We don't have many holidays that celebrate our "failures"...and
that's a pitiful shame, because our failures taught us to be strong
and keep going, to start over and survive.

Tree and I were dying right there that hot summer long ago
and now look, all these years later new life is here because of
both of us not giving up just because we failed.

Doesn't get much more pure than that kids.

A couple days later the others started popping up.
The only one left to break soil is #5 ...It's my fault...I know...when I first
pulled the wet paper towel apart I snapped off half of 5's root...fuck...I didn't
know what I was doing...it won't happen again.

I planted 5 with half a root and we're all still rooting (pardon the pun) for it to survive.
I am 100% confident that number 5 can do it because I know the Tree it came from.

This story only stops here because it's today...go to the seedlings page
to see the story continue with me.

Always remember...be who you are and enjoy whatever moments you can.
Embrace the bad in your life as it happens, for it can lead to new life for you
and for this exciting and unpredictable earth.

love4u
Boogie

Sunday 4:15pm November 20th 2011

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