T-Minus
June 6th 2005 Last American Post. It's 4:30 am on the day I leave and I'm packing and repacking and rerepacking. It's madness. I'm wired and exhausted like the tail end of a guarana pill. Crap! I can hear birds chirping. And Polish Hip Hop. I'm not sure which distresses me more.
Today Howie and I were maxin out in the pool and the Sam, the family German Shepard, took off after a chipmunk and bagged i
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