It’s over. It’s all over.
I’m sitting in my apartment in Queens thinking on whether or not the past 5 weeks have all been a dream, and I’d be not telling you if I didn’t tell you that I ams gettin a little choked up.
Mike and I spent eleven hours in the car yesterday to make it back here, all the way from Sandusky, OH. And no, we didn’t go to Cedar Point--not with the diarrhea we were passing back and forth. Don’t know where we caught it. The hot springs perhaps? Montezuma’s Naked Old People Revenge?
But back to now. Now I’m sitting at “home,” feeling immobile for the first time in a long time. There should be some irony in that statement, because I’ve been sitting on my ass in a car for the past 5 weeks and my legs have atrophied. No seriously. I went to the gym today and have lost 60 pounds off my squat (watched some “Jersey Shore” last night, forgive the ‘juicehead’ talk). Without working legs and a destination to drive an insane number of miles to, I feel mobile. And sterile. But that’s another story.
Back in the city. What to do, what to do. Where to go, where to go. It feels different this time around but not sure why. Could be the atrophied legs or this bloody diarrhea. Not sure.
p.s. Our work with the blog is not finished. Stay tuned for more videos and stories and good timsies.
JEFF
more p.s. That’s a picture of Mike dawning his newly made Nebraska Cornhusker shirt. I entitle it: The Cornhusker Hipster. We were in Lincoln, Nebraska for the college football season opener, and I can tell you that we were the only dudes in Lincoln who made their own shirts…
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