Friday, February 24, 2006

Good night sweet heart

Well, it's time to go.

Duh, duh, duh, duh.

This's it people. I'm out.

We're out. Cardboard boxes are go!

Feel free to ring me up. It's a long drive through Kansas and once I start thinking about my thoughts, I'll be in trouble.

Red state, here we come!

Thursday, February 16, 2006

List of Lasts

I suppose it's coming down now. Running out of things to do in New Jersh. The list of lasts has begun.

Last week of work
Last day working in Brick City
Last ride as a Herme
Last day before the last day of work (does that count?)
Last time to hang at Monks
Last 1/2 price pasta night
Last shopping spree at Pino's Belgian beer section
Last rent check written (ever)
Last paycheck gotten (for a while)
Last trip on the Turnpike
Last night in Philly
Last dinner w/ the fam(s)
etc etc etc.

I really gotta start packing. And for those of you keeping score at home, it's 10 days to blast off.

Thursday, February 09, 2006


He was laying against the concrete divider of the New Jersey Turnpike, naked except for underwear and jeans around his ankles. It was 10:30 at night, 35 degrees and raining. Juan had just run across the highway and been hit by a car. His leg was broken, arm was broken, dislocated and backwards, he had head injuries, cuts and scrapes all over and was quickly becoming hypothermic. He spoke only Spanish, but couldn't communicate much.

Kris' mom is an ER nurse. She checked him out and held his head till the cops got there with a tin foil blanket. After that we just tryed to keep him awake till the ambulance got there.

Hundreds of people drove by. One other person stopped. We were three cars back from the hit. No one in between the crash and us stopped. How do you drive by someone who's been hit by a car? Probably the same way you don't apologize to the person you just hit.

I don't know why Juan ran across the highway, as clogged as rush hour. Some despiration that I might never know. He had a red hospital tag on, maybe that's what he ran from. The system, the sterility, the lack of communication? Maybe he's back in the system now. Deeper in it, too.

If you're a praying type, say one for Juan.

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

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