I’ve been wondering what the hell am i doing lately.
I mean if i do get my dream job in lumpkin Georgia or where ever. how the hell am I going to find the girl of my dreams, or even the girl of my distant actarction? Cause now that I’m thirty, I’m not so very picky:) but still, if ~27 years in boulder/denver haven’t produced anyone, what’s the hope for me in medford or?
I mean going from a metropolis of some ~2.5 million people to a town ~50K? what chance in hell do I have?
but then again, for some reason, I haven’t been able to find my sorts of people here. my friends where more likely to say hey lets smoke up than they were to say hey lets go camping. for that matter, the number of friend I have gone camping with, two of my current friends. and one of those stopped talking to me back ~9 months ago. the firend I had who where into that sort of thing were way to much into it, like bolous who quit school to become a pro rock climber, upon his learning what pro rock climbers made, he took the GED and when back to school supposedly. or jimmy who was a pretty smart guy, but decided he didn’t want to go to school, so instead he joined up with the coast guard and whent heli skiing and heli biking every day he wasn’t on duty. (he was stationed up in aslaka before 9/11.
I don’t know what the hell it is, I say I like camping, but no one I meet does, ryan, one of my oldest friends says camping is dirty, same for his brother, mike who I would have said was my best friend before he set off to Korea all those years ago.
kepa liked going camping, but he was far more likely to say maybe next weekend, and then when he finally got around to it, some six weeks later, he would forget to let you know about it. kepa was really sad, the last time i saw him was at pat’s wedding, it wasn’t formal or anything, but most of us had the sense to at least clean our clothes before going. kepa, not so much. it was really pretty sad. even his stripper girlfriend had the seance to get dressed up. and then he goes and drains the bar. oh well. (but then again keppa would feel compeled to point out he had a stripper girl friend, and I had, well… and he was right)
I just want to be outside, pretty much all the time, I want good Friends around, but fat chance of that, just a little, say, ten acres to call my own. a job that doesn’t so suck, and a good woman nearby.
Is that so much to ask?
some nice roads near by wouldn’t hurt either, and a pool;)
NP jets to Brazil, air traffic control.
