|I wish this was on my driver's license|
(Oh yeah, did I mention there was going to be adult content on this blog?) If you have a problem with the eff-word, you ought to...not read this. I'm generally an intelligent, humorous, sarcastic person, and this will probably reflect that. However, parts of this will probably not be terribly pleasant and I have the mouth of a sailor on a good day. On a bad day...well, like I said, no one's forcing you to read this. This is in no way meant to be a professional representation of me or my career. If you want that, I'm happy to give it to you, but not here. E-mail me, we can talk (write?).
I'm writing this first part about a week before I leave Boulder. I figured this would document some of the funny, weird, terrible but hopefully interesting stuff I find. It will probably get mundane fast, or I'll get too busy fast, but this seems like kind of a fun exercise.
I've written my whole life. I can't really remember being illiterate, nor can I remember not trying to put a story together. 99.999% of it has been absolute shit, but growing up, it was one of the best ways I could express myself and let my imagination run wild. This continued through high school (I even had a brief stint as a paid journalist), but it kind of fizzled out in college. I guess I didn't have much to say.
However, when I was in Austria the first time, I wanted to write again. I don't know why I didn't, except for stupid sappy bullshit. Think total clusterfuck--I was there when the damn volcano blew, didn't know when I was going home and consequently graduated in a complete jet-lagged haze. It was fun. I mean, it was a hell of an experience, but for the first time, I had something to write about that was awesome and funny. I might revisit some of that in a bit, but we'll start with the basics.
I'm moving here:
|my life is obviously going to be hard|
|Yeah, this is ugly. Nothing to see here.|
I leave 15 Sept for Philadelphia. I watch my cousin Alice get married. I leave 19 Sept for Munich, landing early on the 20th. From there, my father, his girlfriend Deedy and I will travel by train to Innsbruck. They will have a lovely vacation that should involve buying me a lot of beer, then they will leave on some sightseeing, returning at some point to the U.S.
Meanwhile, it's the first day of the rest of my life.