That's what it feels like, as I swore my way through half-assed blog.
Wandering through the wilderness.
My father hiked the Appalachian Trail. Like, about 2000 miles of it.
A generation later, I admire the courage I have to write a blog.
I wonder what our children will congratulate themselves for.
I'm off to get Vanessa a pack of cigarettes. Or as our generation calls them, "soda."
Wandering through the wilderness.
My father hiked the Appalachian Trail. Like, about 2000 miles of it.
A generation later, I admire the courage I have to write a blog.
I wonder what our children will congratulate themselves for.
I'm off to get Vanessa a pack of cigarettes. Or as our generation calls them, "soda."
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