The Vassar Farm trail is quite the hotspot, if you like being chased by rapists and finding strung out townies.  It’s nice to know that real connections can be made out there, connections that don’t involve holes in the bathroom of Rest Stop 13 on the Turnpike.

Maybe I’m just being too cynical.  Maybe the phrase “drinking water from the garden hose” wasn’t lifted from Fleshbot.  Maybe this is true love.

Like t.A.T.u