Hi, Mom. Now that I’m in Pennsylvania and it’s snowing on my face, I have a confession to make.
That could be a song. I wrote a song in my head, for Maryland, when I was inside it. Unfortunately for us all, Maryland on the AT consists of 41 miles and one hill, and it was too cold. I wrote nothing, and now I have forgotten everything. Besides, the hill was really hard to…
That sounds like a fair trade to me.
Like a slug, my bagels. That is me.
This is why we never get anywhere
Are you not proud? Survival. What a wonderful existence we live in, my people.