Homie has gone quiet a few places since Ive last written about him.
And I know it has been a while.
So our mean, green, cotton filled
Fighting traveling machine
has left the safety of the Camp and is traveling with his brothers in arms.
Homie traveled from city to city.
And while doing so, he noticed something interesting.
He noticed that in all the round abouts, there was always some sort of sculpture in the center.
And he became infatuated with taking pictures of them.
Maybe alittle too infatuated.
After hours of travel, and picture taking, Homie and his friends arrived safely at their destination.
But were very tired.