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'S true.
Tomorrow will be the greatest day since the last great day, which was today. But the approaching greatness of manana is enough to give the average man a nose bleed. Seriously. Tomorrow, I return to the town of my ascent into adulthood. I was the greatest thing to ever happen to that town, and most of its inhabitants died shortly after I moved away, but it should still be pretty... OK. And after my triumphant return (which is why they call it good Friday, you know) I will go South to Myrtle Beach, the worst city on the planet excluding NY, to view the one and only Jerry Seinfeld. Oh, yess, there will be blood. Then Jimmy Buffet himself will carry me off to a magical place called, you guessed it, Margaritaville. Tomorrow night, I shall sleep the sleep of the man who just experienced a great day. A GREAT DAY! DAMNIT!
But I hate to brag.
I went a few nights ago and walked around Wilmington taking pictures and slept in a playground. Kindof like a Hobo. I guess it is becoming a hobby of mine, as this is the second time I've done it, and plan on doing it some more. Some interesting things I found:
In the woods behing UNCW, off the trail; two broken Kempo practice swords, stricking out of the ground.
In a field in some woods with no road leading to it; a brand new boat trailer.
Grafitti: the word "spit" with a picture of spit.
Two cops drag racing their cruisers.
An affinity for bluegrass.
Things I lost:
My walking stick, down a sewer drain.
Mine and my wife's virginity.
Three eyebrows and 2 mg of skin flakes.
Queue the music!
Tomorrow will be the greatest day since the last great day, which was today. But the approaching greatness of manana is enough to give the average man a nose bleed. Seriously. Tomorrow, I return to the town of my ascent into adulthood. I was the greatest thing to ever happen to that town, and most of its inhabitants died shortly after I moved away, but it should still be pretty... OK. And after my triumphant return (which is why they call it good Friday, you know) I will go South to Myrtle Beach, the worst city on the planet excluding NY, to view the one and only Jerry Seinfeld. Oh, yess, there will be blood. Then Jimmy Buffet himself will carry me off to a magical place called, you guessed it, Margaritaville. Tomorrow night, I shall sleep the sleep of the man who just experienced a great day. A GREAT DAY! DAMNIT!
But I hate to brag.
I went a few nights ago and walked around Wilmington taking pictures and slept in a playground. Kindof like a Hobo. I guess it is becoming a hobby of mine, as this is the second time I've done it, and plan on doing it some more. Some interesting things I found:
In the woods behing UNCW, off the trail; two broken Kempo practice swords, stricking out of the ground.
In a field in some woods with no road leading to it; a brand new boat trailer.
Grafitti: the word "spit" with a picture of spit.
Two cops drag racing their cruisers.
An affinity for bluegrass.
Things I lost:
My walking stick, down a sewer drain.
Mine and my wife's virginity.
Three eyebrows and 2 mg of skin flakes.
Queue the music!
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