The Transamericanian Jet-Setter Bum

Okay okay okay!  So after talking to my mother last night, I decided once and for all that, YES! I will be moving to AlAskA for shizzle.  I had been feeling pretty guilty about getting out of the Air Force and treating my family like just another point on the map for me to hit up on a road trip.  After expressing this thought to my momma, she said, "Erik.  You'll be 25.  You're young yet and you have a whole life ready to be lived.  If you move back to Iowa, you... won't live the life you need.  You had better move to AlAskA, you had better get back into those mountains, and you had better start school."  I love my mommy.

I'm feeling very ill today.  I do not want to be here no way no how nuh uh.

Have I told you guys about the new story I'm working on?  Paradise Plain is it's name, my transamerican story is its game.  I'm very excited about writing this thing, it's really very excellent... says I.  It starts off with a despicable view of Florida's panhandle; specifically juxoposition of the cold and dry proclivity of the locals despite the tropical storms and inherent humidity.  From there I move on to tell stories of how I have plenty of good TIMES, but no good DAYS.  I have friends and lightning here in the panhandle, but there is nothing (not at all) strong enough to hold me here.  Leaving Florida will be like a diet for my life.  But with all diets, when you trim the fat, you're bound to lose a little muscle. 

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day:  Mungocult - "The Transamerianian Jet-Setter Bum"