Marc
Atlanta, Georgia
Poor Matt. I miss the little guy, and he's WAY too hardcore for that Dashboard shit. You can come up to our apartment and share bunkbeds with Jeff, Matt. We'd be happy to have you.
So, I'm in the "Dirty South" tonight. At least that's what Sinbad (aka Bakers, our permanent apartment-guest) told me it was called. I saw Ludacris rollin' in his '64 earlier up Interstate 75. Not long afterwards Jermaine Dupri and Da' Brat held up a convenient store right off the highway, and it seemed like Big Boi and Dre were their getaway drivers. Can you dig?
The girl in the seat next to me was (a) hot (b) slept the entire flight here, and (c) kept falling over onto my shoulder at which point she'd wake after a few winks out on this ol' lug and smile and say, sleepily 'oh, i'm sorry, i keep doing that' and she'd shrug and look sleepy and repeat after another ten to fifteen minutes. It was kind of fun, and kind of embarrassing, and interesting. I just kept on reading throughout the whole thing. Trying to finish Kesey's Sometimes a Great Notion within the next two days.
Another point which needs discussion -- Whatever happened to WGN as a country wide superstation? I need some Cubs games, much like our woeful Matt does, and I'm not getting them. In fact, I'm not even getting Sportscenter half the time, so I'm not even getting the scores. What's a brother gotta' do to get hooked up round here? I'd ask Zook to post the scores on a daily basis, but he rarely posts enough as it is. Maybe a weekly recap?
Last thing -- Scooter, I saw your apartment complex from the sky the other day. I worked my way down from the Fermi Lab to the AMC to those little lakes you live on. Sa-weet!
Night, boners.
Atlanta, Georgia
Poor Matt. I miss the little guy, and he's WAY too hardcore for that Dashboard shit. You can come up to our apartment and share bunkbeds with Jeff, Matt. We'd be happy to have you.
So, I'm in the "Dirty South" tonight. At least that's what Sinbad (aka Bakers, our permanent apartment-guest) told me it was called. I saw Ludacris rollin' in his '64 earlier up Interstate 75. Not long afterwards Jermaine Dupri and Da' Brat held up a convenient store right off the highway, and it seemed like Big Boi and Dre were their getaway drivers. Can you dig?
The girl in the seat next to me was (a) hot (b) slept the entire flight here, and (c) kept falling over onto my shoulder at which point she'd wake after a few winks out on this ol' lug and smile and say, sleepily 'oh, i'm sorry, i keep doing that' and she'd shrug and look sleepy and repeat after another ten to fifteen minutes. It was kind of fun, and kind of embarrassing, and interesting. I just kept on reading throughout the whole thing. Trying to finish Kesey's Sometimes a Great Notion within the next two days.
Another point which needs discussion -- Whatever happened to WGN as a country wide superstation? I need some Cubs games, much like our woeful Matt does, and I'm not getting them. In fact, I'm not even getting Sportscenter half the time, so I'm not even getting the scores. What's a brother gotta' do to get hooked up round here? I'd ask Zook to post the scores on a daily basis, but he rarely posts enough as it is. Maybe a weekly recap?
Last thing -- Scooter, I saw your apartment complex from the sky the other day. I worked my way down from the Fermi Lab to the AMC to those little lakes you live on. Sa-weet!
Night, boners.
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