Maybe this whole thing was a few months late, but for me it’s right on time:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/koolaidhangover/71801.html Here I stand, again -- ready. Completely. I am no longer in search of...I already found it. Now it’s time to learn how to use it. And I suppose one day, I’ll begin another journey for something else entirely. But first things first…first things, first…
18 Hours. Logan Intl.
30 Hours. Warren Towers.
48 Hours. ???
I’ll see you soon. Whoever you are. Whatever you are.
If I could break this wall down, it could be my foundation -- the start of me. Breaking the mold that I created, it’s good to have goals. I’ve got transportation and some comfort along the way. I was never aware of the albatross of a stunted bantamweight. Added a few more inches, fresher air now. I’m a bastion of strength. And I’m standing over seven feet tall. Now I’ll never be scared at all. Splendid, what a pair of shoes can do. As dim as it sounds, what an awakening…
This odyssey is calling me, and I’m going to enjoy it. Implicitly. Duck and cover motherfuckers, duck and cover…