Oh, Sorry about the Neglect…
We have SO much catching up to do but I’ll take care of it in short bullet points. Here’s what I’ve been up to since mid-July:
- Quit the job known as ‘Solitary Confinement’.
- Started job at dream company where I travel the country supplying my professional talents and always abundant one-liners.
- Commenced traveling the country for said dream company and loving every minute of every day.
So, here we are on the brink of the end of the world and I’m finally balls deep in a career path I actually enjoy. So far since August, I’ve had the chance to mosey on over to Portland, Austin, Ames, Birmingham, Baton Rouge, and Columbia. The goal is to hit up each of the states within the next year or two before (maybe) settling down in some kind of permanent locale (I wouldn’t count on it, being tied down isn’t really my scene).
Anyways, since starting my travels and spending ample time in airports and other means of transportation, I feel like my efforts may be best focused on the WEIRD ASS SHIT that one sees when frequenting these transit hubs. I can assure you, even in the past month, some of the things I’ve seen in airports rival that of reality TV. I’ll be posting various photos of people legitimately laying on the floor, videos of a self-proclaimed millionaire (as heard through his conversation on his blue-tooth headset) falling asleep and literally head bobbing like his make-a-wish dream was to enjoy one last Metallica concert, and CHILDREN.
If it were up to me, traveling families would be quarantined to their own airports all together where their struggles weren’t so embarrassing for the rest of us and we wouldn’t have to experience a couple considering divorce over the folding of a stroller.
Moral of the story: I’m fucking BACK.




