dear strange journey diary,
no need for a map here. we need to talk. i need to survey some land again. chains and cinder blocks are no longer used to survey land, but he believes they could still be helpful. knowing true north should always be something everyone should know and that is something often the most difficult to come by. i get turned around easily until i find my way to california and then virginia and then my grandma's house and of course- canada. canada is always north. that is very easy to remember and always seems to help me remember how to get there. last time we tried to leave canada, they tried to prevent us from doing so. i think they liked me SO much up north- they wanted me to stay. not having any of my clothes or anything, i wanted to at least go back to our hotel and check out- so i begged them to let us go. after a few hours (not kidding) of rough interrogation and careful search of my fast firebird, the unibomber and i were released. we lit that ONE fucking special cigarette up we had just as soon as we pulled out from under the awning area and were so happy to be back on american soil. i told the unibomber hauling all those chains around would eventually cause us trouble and last time we got out of it. i'm not taking any cinder blocks this time and special cigars are completely out of the question.
no need for a map here. we need to talk. i need to survey some land again. chains and cinder blocks are no longer used to survey land, but he believes they could still be helpful. knowing true north should always be something everyone should know and that is something often the most difficult to come by. i get turned around easily until i find my way to california and then virginia and then my grandma's house and of course- canada. canada is always north. that is very easy to remember and always seems to help me remember how to get there. last time we tried to leave canada, they tried to prevent us from doing so. i think they liked me SO much up north- they wanted me to stay. not having any of my clothes or anything, i wanted to at least go back to our hotel and check out- so i begged them to let us go. after a few hours (not kidding) of rough interrogation and careful search of my fast firebird, the unibomber and i were released. we lit that ONE fucking special cigarette up we had just as soon as we pulled out from under the awning area and were so happy to be back on american soil. i told the unibomber hauling all those chains around would eventually cause us trouble and last time we got out of it. i'm not taking any cinder blocks this time and special cigars are completely out of the question.
