12 August 2010
We Did Some Justice Before We Stamped Those Cards
I wanna be a scoundrel and a scholar.
We hiked along the trail that I hope to conquer in the next few years. Just a small section of the AT, but when I head out there I cannot help but feel a little more at peace. Honestly, I think it is the air. It becomes so crisp at high altitudes away from the hustle and bustle of factory brain drains and the rushed workers taking fast food interludes between punching the clocks and their march to cancer, heart disease, and the dreaded heart attacks. My heart attacked a girl once...
Wait what? There I go. Rambling again.
We hiked along the trail that I hope to conquer in the next few years. Just a small section of the AT, but when I head out there I cannot help but feel a little more at peace. Honestly, I think it is the air. It becomes so crisp at high altitudes away from the hustle and bustle of factory brain drains and the rushed workers taking fast food interludes between punching the clocks and their march to cancer, heart disease, and the dreaded heart attacks. My heart attacked a girl once...
Wait what? There I go. Rambling again.
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