Label Dealy-yo and the next Sentance

God dammit, and then it HAD to happen, and it happened with a massive topic-changing hum from an innocent and interested Aunt Lori. "So, Erik, are you seeing anyone?"
--the next Sentance I'm going to write for Highway 9


Peace and Love,
Mungo

Long Time Coming

Bros,
I must appologize for my extended absence. I was once the most prolific contributor to this blog but it has been several months, I know, since I last checked in here. I'm sorry. Life with a baby, life with a job, life with a wife, life with a mother in law, life with dead beat friends, life with dodgeball aspirations, life with college class, life with dreams of becoming a real novelist, and life with my neurosis' have kept me alway much longer than I intended. Intend? Wrong word, never did I ever INTEND to take a break from the Tin Can Spi. It was purely accidental. I'm sorry.

Anchorage, AlAskA. Year 2007. The city smells again of wet socks and burnt hair and any number of creative things to which a person can relate the smell of an army of homeless men. I say it smells of what’s proper for the area: A fart in the shower, and I’m breathing deeply.

http://www.foxnews.com/story/0,2933,244564,00.html

This kid is really something else. They could make a movie out of his life in the last week.

Caleb is home with his Grandmother, Kathi. ZZ is working at Village Inn. I am putting in eight volunteer hours at the Atwood Military Lounge at the airport. Do you guys remember the old one? The whole airport has been remodeled and the lounge is brand new. It's super nice. I was working on Highway 9 and after typing abuot 3,000 words, I was like, I'm gonna drop into the Tin Can and say Hi.

“This is the disembodied voice of Mungo.” The same is true in the Spanish-speaking world, where a proverb runs ‘En martes, ni te cases ni te embarques’ (On Tuesday, neither get married nor begin a journey). Speak of Crossword Puzzle phenomena covertly occupying the caffeine user’s psyche as an armed force. Sty: a place of bestial debauchery. The Brazilian winces every time he sees the opened hood of a broke-down car, imagining it to be the rotten nail of his big toe, ‘uping’ itself from its ‘root.’

How are you all? I sent Mikey a long e-mail from work da utter day but I've been off work since then so I don't know if he's/you've written back.

And then it happened,
And then it happened,
Peace and Love,
Mungo

Try 2

Ok the first time I tried to publish something I deleted it accidentally. It is because all of my shit is in Korean and I have no idea what the little icons mean. 블로그 보기 that is one of my buttons. I have to figure out how to make it English only.

Anyway, the gist of the last one was I am fine and stealing internet right now from someone else's server.

Peace

Where are you at Mungo?

Well, where are you?

ST

Miss ya already....

Eddie just left this morning and we already miss him. Our thoughts and prayer are with you on your journey. Let us know when you get there and are settled in.


ST

Where Are All the White Women At?

Happy New Year to all my friends. OK so at least 2 people and then whomever else reads this. I leave in 3 days.

Hopefully I will get my internet set up within 10 days of getting there. My stuff is supposed to be there NLT 10 Jan. Hopefully it is already there and just waiting for me.

Later my Peeps!