I like this little fella a lot. He pretty much embodies my inner self… on Fridays.
Especially on Fridays.
I was going to do a post on Lasts — last movie I saw, last tv show I watched, last book I read, last…
Three lasts in, and I was zzzzzzzz-ing.
It was a real snoozefest.
Nobody cares that I saw The Man From U.N.C.L.E, or watched BBG — Big Bang Theory, or read a Lori Foster Ultimate book.
Am I right?
But since I’ve started down this road.
This road that forks neither to the right nor to the left.
This road of no u-turns.
This road of no return.
This is the l a s t click I took at Hopewell Rocks, which is the next leg of the New Brunswick roadmance.
Doesn’t that just scream Hopewell Rocks?
I must have been having a tree moment. Pining for the old tree shots.
I took that saturation way down, which I’m kind of digging.
How low can you go?
Today, more than anything, I need to get out of the house. The home. The domicile.
I need to split, man.
You know what to do. Meet you in the bar in 3…2…1…