Sunday, November 30, 2008
You're not going to get me through this, are you?
Last night, while I was waiting for the booze to take hold, I thought about leaving here. I got this crazy idea that I might pack a bag and just start walking. I'd head south for a while, and then west. See America first hand. Sleep in the bushes. Meet new people. Gain some perspective. I'm so sick of waiting for something good to happen. I think I'll force the issue. If I disappear, just know that I'm on the road.
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You do something stupid like that, consider me the first to sign up to provide you with a wireless internet card so you can blog your weired and terrible tale.
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