This looks like it might be the place. Yes, this is most definitely the place. Kind of. Hey, Mitch…. are you SURE this is the place?
All right. We’ve been out on tour for a while, but not that bloody long. Certainly not long enough to forget where we came from. And yet here we are, trying to work out which abandoned mill belongs to us (and when I say “belong,” I mean that in the broadest sense imaginable… broad enough to encompass loose associations). Trouble is, so many mills have closed down around here even since our departure some weeks ago that it’s hard to sort it all out. Seems a lot of people are getting into the abandoned mill trade. It’s a buyers’ market, so to speak… or a squatters’ market, actually.
Yeah, so anyway… we limped back home, dropped into orbit, threw the anchor over the side, and shimmied down the rope to terra firma. Of course, our rent-a-wreck spaceship was not in stationary orbit, so the freaking anchor was dragging along the ground at about 40 miles an hour, bumping over great 
rocks and trees, smashing car windows, and so on. Marvin (my personal robot assistant) was called into action – we got him to clasp the anchor in his prehensile claws and wheel it along the ground as smoothly as possible while we, one by one, climbed down to safety. (if you can call life on Earth “safe”).
The ship was picked up by its owner – some obscure rental maven on a nearby alien moon. And as we tried to find our way home in the dark, they undertook to ship all of our gear, postage due, back to the mill. When we found the right joint, it had battered cardboard boxes stacked to the rafters in the front entrance. One more mountain to climb – so ends ENTER THE MIND: THE ULTIMATE BIG GREEN EXPERIENCE.
So… now that we’re home again, I wish to hell we weren’t. Work, work, work. To hell with it… maybe I’ll just blow it off and shoot a New Year’s video…. just for all of you out there.
