The new people just keep on coming, and I still can't decide whether that's something I'm glad for or not. On the one hand, more resources, more knowledge, more labor sources. More people who might actually have some kind of answer for why we're here in the first place. On the other hand, more mouths to feed and winter barreling down upon us with water-logged crops struggling to ripen before the first frost.
But shit, it's not like I can hold it against the newbies any more than I can hold it against myself. We're all stuck in the same shitty, hell-bound handbasket.
The guy on the porch is one such newbie, and I've gotta wonder if he's simply saving his freak out for later, or if he's one of the folks like Jo who has seen all this before. At any rate, he's got a strong back, and I give him a friendly clap on the shoulder as I pass, and motion toward the road ahead.
"You look like a man in need of something to do," I say, looking back up at him from the bottom of the steps, my smile hopeful. "How much do you know about bees?"
The Inn
But shit, it's not like I can hold it against the newbies any more than I can hold it against myself. We're all stuck in the same shitty, hell-bound handbasket.
The guy on the porch is one such newbie, and I've gotta wonder if he's simply saving his freak out for later, or if he's one of the folks like Jo who has seen all this before. At any rate, he's got a strong back, and I give him a friendly clap on the shoulder as I pass, and motion toward the road ahead.
"You look like a man in need of something to do," I say, looking back up at him from the bottom of the steps, my smile hopeful. "How much do you know about bees?"