New Course in Warren, MA

[Jason Southwick]

I'm finally working on a disc golf course again. The plan is to spend Sunday mornings there.

Work has just begun, and no holes have been laid out yet.

Nevertheless, we're looking for able, willing and enthusiastic volunteers to help with the mountain of manual labor required for any course to go in the ground.

If you'd like to know more and take part, send me an email: jason@marshallstreetdiscgolf.com

[Titan_Bariloni]

nice deadzone area

maybe later this year I can give ya a day

keep the thread updated thanks

edit as some of us still don't use LitterBook

[Guy_Lyman]

Where in Warren?

[Jason Southwick]

Hi Guy,

Warren is next to West Brookfield. 35 minutes from Pyramids going Rt 9 West.

We need people.

Jason

[Jason Southwick]

New Course in Warren Mass

Let me tell you about this new course going in. The landowners are Bill and Michelle Holmgren. The address is 501 Old West Brookfield Rd, Warren, MA 01083. I drive Rt 9 West and take a left on Warren Rd.

About a month ago Bill Holmgren contacted me to see if I would visit his place to determine if his land would accommodate a pay to play disc golf course. There's 30 good disc golf acres on the 40-acre plot, and the big old barn would make for a great pro shop. A gradual hill ascends from the parking lot 1000 feet, more. Fields, and mostly woods. A couple of tiny diagonal brooks. Neighbors are sparsely situated.

Three Sundays ago -- the first Sunday -- Bill and I walked around the property, confused, lost. It's the thing you do on the first day, and, frankly, a lot of days afterwards. We both were bleeding from facial scratches by the end.

Then we looked at maps. I love looking at maps. Not only does the map always look like South America, it always seems like I'm looking at a map of South America for the very first time. Wow, Brazil is huge! How did Chile get so much coast?

You can definitely build a course here, I told him. So we decided to begin working on the course the following Sunday.

Machinery

The equipment level has quickly taken three major steps forward, in order to tackle the once and future field that has turned into an overgrown thicket interspersed with small trees and bushes under tents of thick green vines and prickers. Poison ivy flourishes, especially on the fringes.

During the week between the first and second Sundays, Bill spent some grueling hours trying to cut a sight line into said field with a chainsaw and a weedwhacker. It was the kind of experience that's more important afterwards, when you go, "I will never, ever do this again ."

On the second Sunday, I brought the DR Brush Hog, and we cut through into the "field" and chainsawed and made enough swaths through the thick grass/weed bog between the viny trees and bushes to realize we needed much bigger machinery than the DR to clear the field -- and around the thick perimeter of all the other fields -- in our lifetime.

So this past week Bill hired a guy to come in and mow the field with a tractor sporting a brush hog blade, and the plan was to also widen the perimeter of every field with similar equipment.
But to tackle the trees and bushes in the once and now almost field, and to widen the overgrown swath between all fields and wood lines, which are rocky, he needs an excavator the tractor guy's going to rent from Ahearn Equipment, maybe this week.

Bees

After the second Sunday's sweaty work I took my second walk around, lost and confused. And got stung by a bee , which I took for a good omen.

One of the fun stoopid things that, I think, Rick Belhumeur started at Newton Hill, was the bee sting competition, which is simple.

The individual who gets stung by the most bees during the creation of the course wins. And I won at Newton Hill in a 9th inning multiple sting rally at one of our final workdays there with me running and screaming and trying to pull my bee-clingy sweatpants off and Belhumeur laughing really hard. These were yellow jackets and you can laugh, Belhumeur, but I had so many stings so late in the game that nobody was going to catch me. And no one did.

Then Keith Clark disturbed a bumble bee nest at Webster and got stung maybe four times and took home the title, which would normally bother me cause four stings is paltry, except that Keith Clark is awesome, and one of those bumble bees hunted him for quite a while and hundreds of feet, with Keith backpedalling, swatting and swearing the whole time.

The Third Sunday

Momentum is growing. Bill and I go out into the actual woods with chainsaws. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. The feeling of right now being where you were meant to be, doing exactly what you were meant to do.

Bill summons his son-in-law Jay Petruzzi, who lives nearby, via text. And I get stung a second time, by a big black bee -- but not a whitehead -- going back to the truck for Gatorade and water, through the 30-foot thicket between field and woods, the one the tractor guy is going to demolish with an excavator. I'm up 2-0, and confident, or maybe just experiencing bee sting ecstasy.

Then we make a huge mistake and forget to text Jay not to come in the same way we came in cause of the swarming big black bees...

And Jay Petruzzi gets stung seven times, shows us some proud welts, and starts piling brush.

We efficiently cut and clear a fairly big area in the woods. Crucially, we pile the brush with the stems in the same direction to minimize the pile's size and to facilitate its removal, should that become necessary. We make three big piles, clearing around each one for easy access. Somewhere out there there are 18 fairways; we're still looking for all of them, catching glimpses in dreams.

Jay gets stung one more time, and, smiling broadly, points to a new red dot in the middle of a rising welt. He's past ecstasy and is now in full-blown euphoria -- roughly six to ten stings from death, depending on the person.

We quit around 11:30, satisfied and sweaty from our labors. I do feel bad about not warning Jay, who wanders into his first disc golf workday ever probably and goes up 8 to 2 with bees that _I_ stirred up.

It's my own ironic fault. But there are plenty more bees. Plus it's early in the game.

The Fourth Sunday, August 2

Here's your chance to get in on the action. Work starts between 8 and 9 a.m., and goes to maybe lunch, which you won't have to bring. (Last Sunday we had pulled pork. Delicious.)

And what's the most important thing to bring to a workday?

Your friends.

[chris gagne]

Hey Jason I can help on Sunday's including this Sunday......only thing is I'd need a ride, I live in East Brookfield right off rt 9 so not outta the way at all.......let me know

[Jason Southwick]

Hi Chris, I'll pick you up, ha ha. How awesome.

More people more fun.

[chris gagne]

So I guess that's a yes......I'll send you an email with my address and cell number
Ya boy

[Jason Southwick]

The Fourth Sunday we had five people. Chris Gagne, Jay Petruzzi again, his friend John, Bill Holmgren and me.

We tore into more woods, making three or four more large piles, clearing everything small and dead, and winding up a couple hundred feet away from the spot where we started a couple weeks ago. We started imagining fairways.

Lunch was fantastic again.

Bill's got the former boundary guy, maybe a surveyor, coming this Tuesday to walk through and figure out the outside perimeter.

Bill has also already approached the town. Not a small step.

There were no bee stings, and it turns out that last Sunday Jay Petruzzi got stung 15 times total, which is pretty easy to figure out once you take your clothes off in front of a mirror and we didn't have a mirror so we're, like, "Jay put your clothes back on you'll have to figure this out at home later with your wife. Jeesh. "

New workday guys don't know the etiquette.

Anyway, it appears to be really happening. For me it's the perfect way to spend Sunday mornings.

It's church with chainsaws. We just need a way to introduce singing into the whole course-building deal even though you know going in that that's going to be a tough sell.

Remember the beginning of this post when it still made sense?

[chris gagne]

All true what Jason says......beautiful piece of land, watching it all happen under Jason's keen eye for course design and a delicious lunch......what's not to like?
So come get some.....
Plus Bill and his wife are really nice people
Bees Schmees

[Jason Southwick]

I have your loppers, Chris.

[Titan_Bariloni]

Jason,

It's great to see the OG legend back at
please let us people allergic to bees know when everyone else has exhausted them

I have been lucky
at other projects and have not encountered them yet...of course now I prob will get stung 25 times and die

"adam & steve" lol

[Jason Southwick]

Thank you Titan.

The Fifth Sunday had six forest workers: Bill Fullam, Bill Holmgren, me, Mike Freeland, Emily Louvitakis, and JJ Petruzzi.

With lunch provided by Michelle Holmgren & Sarah Petruzzi. A tremendous spread again. Pulled pork again, with different pickles again. I swam in the swimming pool. AGAIN.

There was birthday cake; I hate Facebook.

People you have no idea what you are missing. Very very nice people.

We cleared another asymmetrical swath, even though I said not to clear over the stone wall. But my head was down and in some places that's not much of a wall.

We have just a vague idea what we are doing, it being early and all. We're at the stage where someone could come for a Sunday morning and say, "Hey, why don't you put a basket here and the tee there and it'll be Mozart, which you'll hear a lot of on Pandora when you choose Chopin, a composer who soothingly massages your feet and only cracks a toe when it's ready."

Or, "Why don't you do THIS?" With "THIS" being the best idea so far. Weird stuff happens when you open the mind, rusted with convictions never Googled.

Just to be clear, you'll also have to drag and pile brush. With the ends going the same way please.

I kinda want to get philosophical cause, well, beer. With philosophy as a strong second fiddle.

Looking at this as a hypothetical model, where Stephen Hawking and Albert Einstein debate possible improvements to the "Build a Disc Golf Course in Warren" project in the Star Trek Holodeck ...

I know what they're going to come up with, as if I've seen the episode.

This all connects to the concept, btw, of human delusion as a constant.

So here's the question they come up with: What's the gap between what we're doing and the best thing to do to reach our goal?

And the goal is clear. A nice pay to play disc golf course in Warren. Pro shop in the barn. The owners, Bill and Michelle Holmgren, would like this to happen.

And the work we did today and the past weeks in the woods is golden. Clearing land and piling brush. After a few hours we were imagining holes on woods cleared of debris and small trees.

What we did and where we did it absolutely had to be done. At some point. But one opportunity we missed today when we were all tired and chainsaws dulled a second time and done working after maybe 2 and a half hours -- this is Hawkings and Einstein's conclusion, not mine -- we should have taken a walk around, separately, in groups, or as one big group.

I probably should have mentioned a couple things before Bill put me in charge. I have no sense of direction. Maps make no sense to me. I used my GPS to get to his house the first four Sundays. I couldn't possibly design a course alone, or design a course without gradually cutting it to see...

What everyone else has to say.

I'm good at recognizing and synthesizing the best ideas into a finished course. Plus after five Sundays there really is no turning back, no giving up till it's done. Why? Why do anyting?

But there are special people who see things, just naturally. I've known freaks -- no lie - - who always knew which way was north. They could be in their KITCHEN and still know, and not just north, but south, west and the other one, as if the whole world were connected geographically or something.

It's a magical time the beginning of a course. The first step is a reclamation of the land, the clearing of woods, the hiring of large machinery. The graciousness of workday volunteers.

There are no disc golf holes yet. The only ideas you have are the guidelines that experience has proven true and reliable.

Holes 1 and 18 have to be near the parking lot. It has to be fun and challenging. It should be safe enough for kids. Left and right, up and down, long and short. Never stoopid. Best baskets, great tees. Clear signage.

We need the proper separation between hole and tee. On the perfect tee you'd be completely out of sight from everyone yet within earshot of the group behind you holing out.

On the perfect tee, you could commit misdemeanors in Massachusetts that are felonies in other states.

These are simple, fundamental rules. But it's still like reading from a script.

We need a genius, random, famous or we have pictures. We need to walk around, and we need to talk to a genius. For efficiency's sake, we need to walk around with a genius. While talking.

[Jason Southwick]

On the sixth sunday, we had seven people: Bill Holmgren, Jay Petruzzi, me, Mike Freeland, Emily Louvitakis, Karl Molitoris and Shane, whose last name I hope someone helps me out with here, cause there are a lot of Shanes.

We cleared another swath, discovering a not too overgrown cart path, which we decided to follow. The area we've been clearing is the most beautiful woods right at what I foresee as the entrance on both sides, where the course will have to enter and exit, from field to woods and back again.

Work went fast with so many people. Jay got stung a 16th time, right above the eye.

More people have expressed an interest in helping. Sunday mornings from 9 to 12 at 501 Old West Brookfield Rd, Warren, MA 01083.

[Jason Southwick]

On the seventh Sunday, we had six people: Bill Holmgren, Jay Petruzzi, me, Mike Freeland, Emily Louvitakis, and the other Bill, Bill's friend Bill Fullam. All of us had been there before. We reviewed our strategy and rough-cleared a strip 100 feet wide and 200 feet long. The people who were there are now wondering, Is that really true? 200 x 100 feet?

Distances always seem longer with trees in between.

So I don't really know, but work goes fast with two people chainsawing and four others piling and stacking. With, of course, the branches going the same way in the pile. (You know how old people always repeat themselves? Yep.) We got a lot of work done in 3 hours. Can't speak for others but I liked it a lot.

Not to brag but, (actually, to brag) my new saw makes wood seem like the stick of butter you keep out of the fridge. Unless you're afraid of butter germs.

In which case you should try my new saw. All fear dissolves. Side effects include omnipotence, which is great but after four hours call a doctor, and another reason to leave the butter out.

Deviants!

It's similar to drinking's flashes of omniscience, like when you remember what omniscience means but can't find your car keys cause we hid them.

There are other omnis. Omnipresent: a gift that always works.

Just when you think it can't get stoopider, it does.












Anyway...

[Todd Eddy]

Short but sweet. Nice.

[Jason Southwick]

Thank you Todd.

On the eighth Sunday we had nine people: Bill Holmgren, Jay Petruzzi, me, Mike Freeland, Emily Louvitakis, Bill Fullam, Mike Polenski, Becky Polenski and Chris Gagne.

We tore it up, rough-clearing a large swatch all the way to one end of the property, where we turned around and began looping back. Several more people have been stung by bees: Bill Holmgren, Emily, Mike, I think Becky and my poor little dog Ruby. We don't have a precise count at the moment, though Jay Petruzzi still has a commanding lead of either 16 or 17 stings.

The plan is to keep going Sunday mornings till there's too much snow to work, by which time we should have a much clearer idea of the eventual design, and many other details will have fallen into place.

Lunch was once again terrific. Thank you Michelle and Sarah.

[Jason Southwick]

Tomorrow we'll be there again at 9 a.m. (501 Old West Brookfield Rd, Warren, MA 01083). Thank you everyone who has lent a hand so far.

I want to talk about bees, because I'm scared of bees, and I kind of started this bee sting competition. I just got stung on my ankle at my girlfriend's house, and it hurt like a mutha, and I started thinking about what it's going to take to catch Jay Petruzzi, who sits at 17 stings and hasn't missed a workday unless you count the first couple.

Emily says she wants no part of this. But Emily, you might be in second place. How many stings last Sunday? We need an updated tally.

I think we should have the bee sting shot handy. If someone has an Epifem, or whatever it's called, please bring it.

I say this because I know some things about bees. During spring and early summer bees happily go about their pollinating and honey collecting with purposeful hive mentality. They don't care what we're doing cause they've got their own gig going.

Then - at least in our neck of the woods -- September hits, and bees develop an attitude. They're like, "First off PHK EWE just for looking at me. And do not mess with The Queen. Don't even look at The Queen...Also, don't even think about stepping on OR NEAR our ground nest. That angers the Queen. Plus I want to sting someone cause phk ewe again for no apparent reason, except I'm dying soon and don't give a phkn sht."

You think I'm making it up, but bees talk. And in September they talk smack. "Watch me sting this guy right in the eye," said one recently in Warren.

Yesterday I talked to Dave Enman on the phone, about building this course in Warren. We talked about bee stings. He's the chainsaw guy, and claims he generally stirs them up and his crew guys then get stung.

This does sound familiar. Bees might not like the sound of a chainsaw.

It's hard to say whether this is bad news.

[Jason Southwick]

On the ninth Sunday we had four people: Bill Holmgren, me, Mike Polenski and Jay Petruzzi. There were no bee stings, and once again we got a lot done.

And lunch was fabulous.

Who else wants to come help us build a course? Sunday mornings. Here's my email address: jason@marshallstreetdiscgolf.com. And no you don't get a foot massage, but you do get to help a course take shape.

[Jason Southwick]

Should we take this to Facebook? Of course we should. Should we have our own Warren Disc Golf Facebook Page? We should. I realize that while deeply hating Facebook in general, except that more people would read my ramblings, which would further justify my sitting at the computer drinking beer. And if we get just two more workday volunteers every Sunday it would be worth it.

I think we should set up a Facebook page dedicated to this project. We should do lots of before and after pictures, and closeups of bee sting welts.

Bee sting scoreboard with peripheral stats.

I could remind Pete Charron and Kyle Moriarty of their early offers of helping a Sunday morning, and try to convince the rest of you to come.

It's worth it just for the lunches we've been getting.

You know what else? If we document this right we could add yet another blueprint for creating courses. The Making of a New England Disc Golf Course. Youtube segments. How to annihilate multi-floral ivy and why? How to design a course?

It is for me the greatest question to revisit, again and again.

Stage Three already: building the course. I sort of know how to do it, but at the end, before we ultimately decide on tee and pin placements, there will be a day or two of wandering with Billy Mac and Brent Sanderson. Maybe Gregg Hosfeld. Wow he was good at Webster, like Matt Damon in Goodwill Hundting, a total phkng genius.

But it's not easy. If it were easier more people would do it. If it were easy all the people who talk about doing it would do it.

I talked to John Hauck about designing courses, and he said he has a trusted buddy who does that for him, takes a look and offers a second opinion.

Thirty usable acres is a lot. As in a lot of possibilities. Like one billion time one billion one billion times.

On the tenth Sunday we had six people, five of the same people as always, and Jaime Perron.

As usual, we kicked asss. Again there were no bee stings. Jay Petruzzi sits at 17 stings, Emily "I'm not playing" Louvitakis sits in second with three stings, garnered all at once. I'm in second with two stings. Mike and Bill each have one.

Ruby's been stung so many times -- and probably doesn't like chainsaws -- that last Sunday she stayed in the truck the whole time, even though I left the truck door open.
Unfortunately, it's virtually impossible to tell how many times a dog gets stung...

I wonder how many times Jay Petruzzi would have to get stung to stay in the truck for a whole workday. Maybe one million.

For the last several Sundays we've had a side by side (two seats, side by side) ATV to move some of us and all of our equipment to the spot we're working at. It has allowed us to better approach fundamental questions, such as...

How do you build a course?





How do you raise a child?

It's not a quick answer question, but here's one anyway:

You decide to do it. And with disc golf courses, as opposed to creating a child, it doesn't happen by accident.

The decision to build a course course follows whether or not it can be done, and whether you're willing to do it. Bill and Michelle Holmgren are willing to do it. So am I, and thankfully other people too, cause this is hard. You can't order it on Amazon.com.

We need to recognize how important every single course is to keeping disc golf vital and available, and how important this one is. How much fun it will be for so many people, and how many more tendrils will shoot out and, for complicated reasons bordering on happenstance, become other courses.

Courses don't just make everything in our sport possible. Courses create other courses through sheer momentum. These are forces bigger than all of us, bigger than my chainsaw even, which is VERY big, as is the degree of tendinitis in my right elbow. That's right boo hoo, except for ice and an elbow brace and I'm taking the week off this upcoming Sunday, to go to Maine with the girlygirl.

So shoot me. I'm gonna read a whole book, heal my elbow, and be the best boyfriend ever. Shoot me again. Wait, give me the gun I'll do it. Just kidding.

Here's what it all boils down to. Some places need to become disc golf courses, and some people need to build them. Those two things have converged.

About that Facebook page thing...Does anyone know how to do that and take pictures and everything?

As for this upcoming Sunday, Bill said he'd be there again at 9.

[Thomas Bentley]

Well I guess this will be thing that gets me to join Facebook 12 years late.

[Titan_Bariloni]

it's so sad but true about FB

I have broken my FB cherry privately w/ a closed group for TC but see value in it to recruit for projects

FB users really think they see crazy post now the real nuts don't even have FB still

[Jason Southwick]

On the 11th Sunday, Bill Holmgren, Mike Freeland and Jay Petruzzi tore up the beginning of another lane, making three large piles.

Then between the 11th and 12th Sunday the excavator came and turned maybe five acres of impenetrable prickly vine hell into bare ground, basically opening up a field that used to exist completely, and a 50-foot ring around the big field where hole 18 is going.

Five more acres of usable disc golf space. It's a safe estimate since it's hard to disprove.

Five acres. Do I hear six?

The land is so much more open, all of a sudden. In addition, we've cleared a large swath of woods (the largest area is woods), and half of the outer perimeter, during our initial workday weeks. In the process some design ideas are forming, but the leaves have to fall first, and more needs to be cleared.

And a decision needs to be made about Hole 1.

What's the shape of the land? Imagine a squid with a rhomboid-shaped head and long legs tied loosely at the angles. You go up into the rhomboid-shaped squid head, which is the largest part of the course.

There's not enough room at the squid thighs to come back to the cars and barn and portolet at hole 9. But the figure 8 should happen, with one hemisphere of the rhomboid squid brain set to clockwise (the right side probably, but maybe not), and the other counter. It's a balance thing.

Why is it most courses go clockwise yet the more interesting ones, the ones that favor lefties, go counter?

Because most disc golf course designers throw righty backhand. If they were freestylers they'd delay clockwise (if they were REAL freestylers they'd take clock OR counter). Strangely, the same brains padiddle counter, so figure that one out.

As for disc golf courses, I think counterclockwise is better. One reason is because most courses go clockwise.

Counterclockwise goes against the grain.

A figure eight is the proverbial compromise, the only deal that ever seems fair -- the 50-50 deal. We only want to punish people for having no forehand SOME of the time. Again, balance is paramount.

On the 12th Sunday we had six people: Bill Holmgren, Jay Petruzzi, me, Mike Freeland, Emily Louvitakis and Bill Fullam. These are the people who show up again and again, a very solid core. We'll be there again next Sunday at 9, in case you'd like to join us.

[Jaime Perron]

Will you guys be there this Sunday in the rain?

[Jason Southwick]

Hi Jaime, we'll be there, and it's not supposed to rain.

[Jaime Perron]

Rolled my ankle on a vine jump. Swollen but does not appear to be anything too bad.

[Jason Southwick]

On the 13th Sunday we had six people: Bill, Mike, Jay, Jason, Jaime, Emily.

You know what I like about us? We're phkn tough, all of us. Leather takes one look at us and turns into cotton candy.

I've been remiss in not posting here sooner (when I was more sober).

Jaime I hope your ankle is already better and that you're ready for tomorrow. No pressure.

Honestly, every workday volunteer, even the ones that show up just once, is a nugget of gold as far as getting courses in the ground. Imagine building a disc golf course all alone. It can't be done. Just being alone on a workday makes you feel like Matt Damon on mars.

Let's go a little slower tomorrow and have lunch at 1, instead of 12. There's much to do.

Last Saturday and yesterday, Friday, I walked around for 3 or 4 hours trying to figure it out. I even put in some surveyor's flags, then went back and moved a bunch of them.

Yellow, btw, is maybe not the best color for surveyor's flags this time of year. The blue ones, however, marking the first few teepads, show up better. Soon it won't matter; when the leaves fall we'll be able to see everything, and the yellow flags we can now clearly see will need to be moved again.

Bill bought a brand new tractor, after hiring an excavator to demolish maybe five acres of prickly, impenetrable vines worse than murky water with crocodiles as far as disc golf is concerned. With murky crocodile water you're still going to try to retrieve your disc.

I'm convinced of his commitment. The town still has to approve everything. But if you show up tomorrow to help, you'll be helping build a disc golf course that you'll be able to play in a year or two.

About a dozen years ago, after a particularly unsatisfying Leicester Zoning Board of Appeals meeting regarding Maple Hill and disc golf, where stoopid Steve Dodge hadn't done what they clearly told him to do, and then broke the cardinal rule and got pissed because municipalities have bad customer service, he said, once we were outside and the 8 p.m. town hall debacle was finally over, and no one could play Maple Hill for three months, even though it was nearing its first incarnation of completion, and he was still pissed, and more determined than ever:

"You can't stop a religion," he said, his lips all pursed in a plyometric mouth clench.

Always liked that moment from him. Good sht, and I couldn't agree more.

[Jaime Perron]

It is a sprained ankle. Was doing better until I rolled it Thursday going to work. I have an ankle wrap and will show up. Don't expect me to do any Tarzan swinging though. Besides, I come for the food.

[Jason Southwick]

On the 14th Sunday we had five people. Bill and Bill, me, Jaime and Jay. The beat goes on.

We're starting to cut out holes, keeping flexible.

Today Rick Belhumeur, Gill and I went out there and continued cutting a 500 foot fairway with good width and no trees in the middle with a gentle bend left and gentle uphill at the end.

I am tied with Emily in bee stings now with 3.

We made a bench for the tee, a design we can reproduce easily. You cut a triangular notch into the side of two 2-foot logs and lay a longer log perpendicular to the "legs" snug in the notches at both ends. Simplest bench ever. If we had a Facebook page we could show you a picture.

We'll probably wind up getting fancy and cutting off the top of the bench log for a flatter sitting surface. The world's our oyster.

There will be no workday this weekend. Schedules on many ends won't allow it.

But we'll keep going, and we still need people.

Jason@marshallstreetdiscgolf.com

[Emily Louvitakis]

whoa, woah, woah.

I'm gone for a week and now you're moving in on my comfortable second place?

Be honest, you're trying to catch Jj but you didn't have the heart to catch a sting stride with me actually there, huh? Well YOU listen HERE...


I'm ok with that, take all the stings you must. Just promise if you see the bees chasing me you'll tell, "Oh, bees! Over here please! I love honey!"