Thank God I'm a Country Boy (not really)
I've been struggling to find something worth typing for
quite a while now. I'd start to type and then erase it out of shame. I realized
I had nothing worth saying: Work, some time divided among friends, blah, blah,
blah. I read journal entries but was not even moved to respond because, really,
what could I say?
I traveled to Mississippi with my best friend, Josh. I didn't thank you for bringing me, but now that I think about it, feeling the words come back to me, I realize the words are coming from the trip we embarked on. Thank you, Josh.
A quick summary follows. We stayed at Del and Molly's house at Mt. Olive, MS., 45 minutes from Jackson. We fished, shot .22's when vehicles weren't passing by, rode atv's around woods, rustled cattle, babysat two loving but wild children, tried to hook up with Lisa (Well, not exactly, but that statement is for Josh), received double-yolk eggs from the stench-infested chicken farm of the incomparable Danny Sanders, and more. We met a handful of interesting people that looked you in the eyes when they talked to you and shook your hand as if it were a stubborn tree branch. We enjoyed the sunset. We saw a multitude of stars. We shocked the Magee Wal-Mart. I left Mississippi feeling like a country boy, knowing I wasn't, and not really caring.
Anyway, if you want to know more, call me. I would love to hear from you.
I would love to hear from you.
.
I traveled to Mississippi with my best friend, Josh. I didn't thank you for bringing me, but now that I think about it, feeling the words come back to me, I realize the words are coming from the trip we embarked on. Thank you, Josh.
A quick summary follows. We stayed at Del and Molly's house at Mt. Olive, MS., 45 minutes from Jackson. We fished, shot .22's when vehicles weren't passing by, rode atv's around woods, rustled cattle, babysat two loving but wild children, tried to hook up with Lisa (Well, not exactly, but that statement is for Josh), received double-yolk eggs from the stench-infested chicken farm of the incomparable Danny Sanders, and more. We met a handful of interesting people that looked you in the eyes when they talked to you and shook your hand as if it were a stubborn tree branch. We enjoyed the sunset. We saw a multitude of stars. We shocked the Magee Wal-Mart. I left Mississippi feeling like a country boy, knowing I wasn't, and not really caring.
Anyway, if you want to know more, call me. I would love to hear from you.
I would love to hear from you.
.