Many years ago I met a strange and vibrant man on a trail. He questionaed my identity and I confirmed. From there we crafted the 'Canute'. Which will indeed go down in history. C- Dog my Brother. FUCK. You're verve and inability to find yourself on a trail in a paper bag...but really your verve. There will only ever be ONE Canute. And one you. I ride in your honor fuckstick. Every time I have some Swiss Miss, I will swear by your soul. I will never have my first period, but I can always share that monent with you. Look for a C perma-monument there on the AD> I will pee on it, swear by it, pour beer on it and remember that you are fuel and that fuel is permanent even though our lives are not. Love you dude. Love you dude.