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Right now, I work. At a job that's more fun than it should be. I have more plans than I know what to shake a stick at.
Sometimes I think it'd be awesome to buy a school bus and convert it to a mobile traveling wagon. That'd be
neat. Travel on this wagon from town to town meeting interesting people, doing interesting stuffs, and doing nothing at all at times.
Other times I think about moving to Australia. Getting an offer from your job, which entitles moving to Australia, is semi-appealing. Fifteen minutes from the beach, with the outback poking me in the back of the head with one of those sticks. Yelling, "hey, asshole! Grab your backpack!"
Meanwhile, in the Bible belt. I spend my off days smoking medicinal herbs. Or pot, marijuana, reefer, grass, cupcakes, rabbit tobacco, whatever it is. Just throwing that out there so you didn't miss it. While doing that, I help put together a local zine. It's called my old Kentucky zine. Totally dig it. Try to help with shows around here when I can. Trying to start a punk rock bowling night. Eat ramen. Play music. Get lost in skyrim. Cook when I can. Ride my mo-f**kin' bicycle, yo! Ruffling feathers. Quoting borat, like a boss. Make a s*xy time with my mother in-law! This no joke! Pause.... not! Go borat.
