Mile: Unknown
Status: Unclear
I sit here and think to myself: W.W.M.T.W. (what would MT write), and only a confluence of metaphors and half-thought out existential aphorisms come to mind.
I've left Wes (in what can only be described as an orderly panic) and survived the holidays in one piece. Now with the new year here I'm about to peace out to Europe for about 5 months and it's definitely a crazy crazy feeling. I leave in about 67 hours and I have no idea what to pack or how to go about it. So basically, I'm living my life in its typical way. The last couple of days I've felt excited, then scared, the sad, then amped again about leaving. So basically I'm all over the place (as per usual). All I know is that it's going to be a crazy adventure with a lot of traveling and brand new experiences that can be nothing short of awesome (brawh).
Expect a post in the middle of night on monday while I freak out about packing, but for now let me leave you with a gem of a phone call from the night of Dec. 31st:
me: "yo man, what's up?"
him: "why aren't you here dude! This is awesome."
me: "what? what do you mean? where are you?"
him: "I'm at the head of the fucking Potomac dude. You gotta be here next summer, no matter what kid"
me: "Why are you at the head of the Potomac"
him: "CUZ IM FUCKING BALLER THAT'S WHY!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR MY MAN"
me: "samesies man, samesies"
