27I Final
I split time between work, professional smoothie jobs, and waxing the ol’
car.
If it weren’t for 2 and 3, the reasons to stay awake past 3 PM would be
extremely difficult to detail.
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Yanyway….I right this from the PC of Steven Grubb, only survivor of 27I
still clinging to his educational entanglements in Harrisonburg. Walking through
the apartment with none loving here (Steve’s on Holiday Somewhere) kind of
reminds me of the last few minutes you spend when leaving your hotel room,
everything seems packed and your a little sad to leave, but damn! I/We/You sure
did conjure up a shitstorm here a few times.
All that’s left in the fridge is a bag of pre-cooked chicken and assorted
sauces, and how I’m supposed to make a meal out of that is a concept that to
this minute eludes me. Oh well, Someone has to drink the leftovers tonight.
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The semi new sentra has provided me with an endless stream of vacation
opportunities that I plan to partake in at some point over the summer, but the
main plus is that I can FIT 845 Pounds of candy in the trunk. If necessary.
I came up to move my remaining possessions (Christmas Lights and Beatles Post
Cards) into storage, but am enjoying the utter, absolute, solitude that the
apartment is providing right now. Features Follow:
– Sleeping Bag on Bed = Nostalgia
– Video Games till 2 AM
– I can use nail clippers in the living room
– Sitting and Staring at where roommates used to live is like looking at your
old bedroom 25 years later
– Showering with the door open
– The AC is making me cold
– I like it cold
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I, in theory, should end this with a strictly 27I quotation to signify the
probable last entry written from the first apartment, but since that would be
too difficult t recall……
Billy: I don’t believe he did; I can’t find a single track.
Dutch: What about the rest of Hoppers men?
Billy: There’s no sign, sir. They never left here. Hell, it’s like they just
disappeared