After three days in sunny, sunny, desert Reno, five lbs of bad buffet food at Circus Circus and a strange chinese "foot juggling" show, the prophetic Cameron Turner and i traversed 1,000 miles of highway through torrential downpours and bad fm radio to the Colorado border. I've since been shacking up at Chez Beall, where the dog eyes me cautiously and i eat Ben's bagels like the good ol' days. I'll find a way to start uploading pictures, which may or may not be possible during the ride that begins in Denver on Tuesday that carries us across the great state of Kansas on a rickety ol' Schwinn tandem dubbed "lil' philly."
Check back soon, i'm nothing short of running amok.
*Wow, i just took five seconds to look the origin of "amok" up and it turns out it's defined as "to rush about in a murderous frenzy." So, i guess i'm not quite there yet. That's a little too intense for what i'm doing. I was actually thinking about taking a walk down to the river and thinking about a poem. So, yeah, i guess murderous rage is slightly over the top.
Check back soon, i'm nothing short of running amok.
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my new hobby: watching will weston's chest rise and fall as he slumbers in the room next to me. while humming tunes by The Carpenters under my breath.
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