So, it was probably back in July when Lank asked me if I wanted to do a task called Le Papier Bleu et le Poulet. I said of course. And we knew where a couple of chickens lived. So we went off to capture some chickens.

We saw the chickens right off the bat.

But as soon as I approached, they scampered off into a neighbor's yard. A yard surrounded by a wrought iron fence with no gate. So, I jumped over the fence with the intention of if not ideally to catch a chicken, to at least force one out toward the awaiting Lank. It turns out chickens are smarter than we think. Plus we were on their territory. I managed to scare the chickens out of the yard, but they just ran next door and crawled under a chain link fence into an abandoned lot that is adjacent to the 101 freeway.

So, good, we had them trapped. all we had to do was get one of us in the lot and scare the chickens out of the little hole near the street. A perfect plan. A simple plan. Best not to over-think this. I don't know how it was decided, but I was the one to go in and wrangle the chickens while Lank stood guard at the hole in the fence.

So I ran around chasing these damned chickens who would often hide behind things like trees and run very fast and squawk this annoying squawk that very few people understand (Bex being one).

Now if you don't know Lank well, let me just tell you that he is a giant. Really. He is massive. This picture right here isn't doctored or photoshopped. That is a regular sized full grown human standing next to him there.

And I don't wear shoes.

So I will point out that we sent the guy who doesn't wear shoes into the harsh terrain of the abandoned lot and we had the giant guard the exit hole under the fence.

If you can't tell already that this operation was doomed for failure, then you're about as smart as we were. So the chickens we able to see the cleverly disguised giant through the chain link long before they got there and they were able to outrun the barefoot guy. One even escaped onto the freeway. I decided not to chase him any further. The other wound up in a storm drain. We gave up.

Lank gave me the blue paper and moved to San Francisco. He told me to complete the task with the aid of The good Captain Barbapoca.

But time kept passing and schedules got crazy, and every time I passed that lot I thought of how we'd failed in our task completion. And every time I opened my glove compartment, and saw that blue paper, I felt bad, like I'd let down myself and Lank, and SFØ as a whole.

And then this hit the praxis. And it was done so awesomely, that even if I tried to finish our failed task, I knew it would never be as good as we'd hoped it would. So I gave up on ever completing the task. I will pin the blue paper up in my room as a testament to our failure. That blue paper on my wall will act as a reminder for me to "Always be tasking" and to be awesome and never give up.

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