Yes, I'm finally back. I spent nine HELLACIOUS hours in the Atlanta airport AFTER THE SHOPS HAD CLOSED sitting on a bench staring at a fat man in a Dallas cowboys jersey/shirt and wondering why the gods were punishing me after I had such a wonderful time in San Diego. I couldn't even browse the duty-free aisle. THERE WAS NOTHING TO DO BUT WHAT THE FAT MAN BREATHE. IT WAS HELL!
The highlights are too numerous to mention. Drank a lot. Smoked even more. Went to a ghetto street fair. Got fantastic Mexican food. Bought a cool silver ring. Cute boys everywhere. Learned never to eat a chorizo burrito - ever! And now I'm back to my sad reality.
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It is flippin 4:00am (TX time) and I have found my new crack. You slay me...you remind me of my old friend Adam--we used to go to Olive Garden and dish dirt back in the day. Now I feel old and decrepit, too. Wasted purpose. I've found "myself" now, too, alright. Which gets me thinking...I have tales...I work at a daycare center...A Christian one...On the "better" side of town...I've got ideas already...but I REALLY need to go to bed. My own ankle-biters wake up in a few short hours. You go, boy. Damn the Man!!! (Save the Empire!!)
Welcome back! Here's hoping you don't have to set foot in Walmart for another day or two.
I think in your shoes, I'd have grabbed a MARTA train out of the airport and done a little sight-seeing. Nine freeking hours? Ugh. I like airports, but that's just a bit over the top.
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