August 26, 2007

• The Walk (final)

  
  As if the sugar coursing through my system was not enough, I
  now had a shot of adrenaline from sprinting across a busy intersection. As soon
  as the light changed to the "walking" figure, I had about two
  microseconds to hit the asphalt before the red hand of rejection started
  blinking. Now, I can see you are getting tired of me and these posts, so I'll
  speed things up with a few one-word bits: Blockbuster, success, Miyazaki, rent, water,
  buy, drink, go. So with my goal accomplished, I began the trip back home to let
  my tired muscles resume their atrophy. I did hit a little snag when these guys
  in a van jumped me, bound me, threw me in the back, and drove off. It wasn't
  until later that they realized they had the wrong person, so they let me go.
  Fortunately, they supplied me with a map, compass, and a box lunch, so the trip
  home wasn't too difficult. I hope those nice gents find who they were looking
  for. (Note: the last half of this post was complete fabrication for your
  amusement. You're welcome.)

  • 8:19 pm
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