I once knew a Christian Atheist Butt Head who hunted for Albino Black Bears that were Brown on his Working Holidays. He worked for Military Intelligence which was an Open Secret in my Unbiased Opinion. We were Alone Together during the Great Depression. I remember because all we had to eat were Sweet Tarts. It was a Minor Crisis, Almost Exactly a Tragic Comedy. Lucky for us a plane flew overhead and dropped a bunch of Jumbo Shrimp into the forest before it Crash Landed providing us with shelter. Our Only Choice was to Scream Silently and choke down the Jumbo Shrimp with our Sweet Tarts. The situation was Pretty Ugly. Huddling in our shelter among the Genuine Imitation leather chairs stained with Hot Chili (They must have been serving lunch) I ended up losing my Plastic Glasses, "Good Grief!"

We were eventually rescued by a bunch of from the UN Peace Force in blue hats and Tight Slacks. It was such Sweet Sorrow to see them come to a Rolling Stop in their hummer outside the fallen plane. At first they were Clearly Confused as to how we got there and thought we were members of the Living Dead. Admittedly we looked more like Original Copies of humans than humans themselves. Now when I look back I realize that this event has always been a Constant Variable in my life. Influencing my decisions Now and Then. It may be Old News now but I will always remember the Freezer Burn in my fingers and toes as I hugged the first UN worker and thanked him. If those guys had not been on Advanced Basic training they never would have found us and we would be Be No More today.