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Friday, July 13, 2007

Well folks... I'm leaving town and all civilization as we know it, Church Apple Cream Ale in hand, for ten days. Ten days without a phone, a computer, email, Donna, the children, SEX, showers, razors, SEX, clients, co-workers and SEX. Ten. Whole. Days.

The razors part is OK though. I'm growing a beard for my upcoming grand theatrical out-of-retirement-coming. I've never grown a full beard before and I'm curious to see what it'll be like to not look fourteen. Maybe I'll be able to buy beer at Macy's without being asked to show my school ID.

While I'm away I have a handful of photos I've schedule to be posted but beyond that I'll be completely out of touch. Of course, some may argue that I'm out of touch as it is. Rightly so, I'm sure.

Donna tells me she'd like to take some time and post a few entries as well, so maybe I can convince her to do that while I'm away. If she does, for hell's sake, BE NICE. If she doesn't get around to it, I'll pester her to do it sooner than later. Pestering I'm good at. Just ask, she'll tell you all about it.

When I get back, I'll be sure to post plenty of photos, GPS coordinates and a full recounting of the entire beard-growing experience. All of it written longhand in a spiral notebook. A regular Edward Abbey, I am.

That is, if I'm not baked to a crisp. Or if I decide to stay and become an Indian like that stupid-ass Kevin Costner in that stupid-ass Dances With Woofs.

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