Well, as it currently stands, this is my last week in Hamilton Montuckey, so I’m going to put together a little wrap-up status report. Just a little "here’s the state of things" as I roll onto bigger and other things.
After a good discussion with the GZA yesterday, I decided that I needed to buff up on my herpes knowledge. If you haven’t already, I highly recommend it. I discovered quite the goldmine of info regarding both simplex 1 and simplex 2. Turns out that simplex 1 (cold sores) can give you the ball blisters, and likewise the red genital itch stickers (simplex 2) can blossom into a fine set of lip sores. Who knew?
Welcome to a safer and more learned version of me.
The moral of the story is thus: Kevin will not be able to confirm/deny any of X-t’s self proclaimed dick sucking abilities (and she sounds like she knows her way around a man’s transmission). While it is a bit of a tragedy that I will not be able to end this life chapter with a slow-motion, wide angle pan on my “O” face, it will be nice to remain herpes free. Tsao is about change. Herpes is about staying the same way for the rest of your life. Thanks…but no thanks.
This week I will also be taking a lot of time to really just sit back and take it all (read: booze and weed) in. Got my running club each night, which is a small group of us that like to jog together and then enjoy a beer afterwards. Sort of a bummer that I’m leaving so soon, as it just got warm enough to get this going in the evenings with sufficient sunlight. Wednesday will be another fine evening spent watching a UFC Fight Night at the local “sports” bar that refuses to turn the volume up on anything other than the news and talk shows. This being said, it looks like I’m in for a handful of very drunken longboard rides back to the hotel at night.
More than anything though, I’m going to refrain from freaking about my future employment whereabouts and live in the moment. No need to succumb to the constant complaining of my coworkers. Like a twig on the shoulders of the mighty
3 comments:
If I had to guess, I bet someone will pay to do something somewhere. That's usually the way it goes.
. . . and it may or may not involve a bus station. (If you're lucky it will).
Not having sound at a fight night sounds a lot better then having to work through it.
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