The End of All Things*
*If in fact by "all things" I mean "Antarctica" and by "the end of" I mean "I'm leaving" then the above subject when subjected to the grind of truth serum comes out positive still
That's right, my freaky darlings. . .I'm leaving this craggy rock of ice and. . .ummm ice tomorrow morning. There will be kisses blown to be sure and for as much shit as I talked earlier. . .there are things to miss about this place even if I won't miss the place. People for instance will be missed. . .the helo team, the lovely, chipper, perky, happy, and all things lovable Amy, and good ol Holly who will make you feel better about getting stranded out on a lake by tossing you a porno mag. My team I would miss if I wasn't going to be working with them as soon as school starts again. . .so I leave them out of the equation. There is a lovely British lass named Liz who introduced me to the wonders of the profanosaurus. The people of Lake Hoare who throw quite the stranded on a lake News Years celebration. And of course. . .I would be not true to myself or my time here if I didn't mention once again the lovely Amy, whose contagious and persistent energy was more than enough to make me a fan for life.
It was quite an experience to be sure. . .and as I back away from it all ever so gently. . .and whisper my goodnights to the ice. . .the sun burns ever on. . .I will welcome back the night quite fondly. . .and even more than that. . .we are gonna rock the damn out when I wake up.
I call a Men's Club meeting when I get back. . .there are things to share.
Most of my gifts for everyone. . .due to their very nature. . .will not be here until this summer. . .so the wait is on, I suppose.
Buck. . .there is a story I have to tell. . .more of a quite crazed revelation I had whilst I was sitting next to a frozen lake after three days of very little sleep, very little food, and lots of whiskey. I think you'll appreciate the absurdity and clarity of it all.
That's right, my freaky darlings. . .I'm leaving this craggy rock of ice and. . .ummm ice tomorrow morning. There will be kisses blown to be sure and for as much shit as I talked earlier. . .there are things to miss about this place even if I won't miss the place. People for instance will be missed. . .the helo team, the lovely, chipper, perky, happy, and all things lovable Amy, and good ol Holly who will make you feel better about getting stranded out on a lake by tossing you a porno mag. My team I would miss if I wasn't going to be working with them as soon as school starts again. . .so I leave them out of the equation. There is a lovely British lass named Liz who introduced me to the wonders of the profanosaurus. The people of Lake Hoare who throw quite the stranded on a lake News Years celebration. And of course. . .I would be not true to myself or my time here if I didn't mention once again the lovely Amy, whose contagious and persistent energy was more than enough to make me a fan for life.
It was quite an experience to be sure. . .and as I back away from it all ever so gently. . .and whisper my goodnights to the ice. . .the sun burns ever on. . .I will welcome back the night quite fondly. . .and even more than that. . .we are gonna rock the damn out when I wake up.
I call a Men's Club meeting when I get back. . .there are things to share.
Most of my gifts for everyone. . .due to their very nature. . .will not be here until this summer. . .so the wait is on, I suppose.
Buck. . .there is a story I have to tell. . .more of a quite crazed revelation I had whilst I was sitting next to a frozen lake after three days of very little sleep, very little food, and lots of whiskey. I think you'll appreciate the absurdity and clarity of it all.