It's been a while since I have had the time to update this widely popular blog of mine. Why? I've been busy, alright?
I've experienced the most change I've ever had in my life just within past month and a half. Moving back to Arkansas after being in Georgia for five years is one such change. I think I should start there.
It was a Monday morning, the last day I had the lease on my apartment, that I began moving back to Arkansas. A 14' Penske GMC box truck pulling my luxurious Buick Century on a tow dolly was my covered wagon in which I was to head West. (Think: Oregon Trail without the dysentery*.) As I loathe even the thought of moving, I have to say that the entire process was surprisingly easy. Luckily, I had a friend, (Drew; pictured below), who was kind enough to help out with the heavier, larger items. Then, he was kind enough to help with loading a few boxes here and there. "Many hands make light work." I think Snooki said that.
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| Mark "Mark IV" An"Drew" Johnson |
Beginning with picking up the truck at 8:00 a.m., steady work had me fully loaded around 3:30 p.m. The final task was to load my car on to the tow dolly. Simple enough, right? Sure, unless the heavens open up and pour sheets of rain at a rate similar to that which Noah experienced. I've taken showers and been less soaked than I was after just two minutes in that downpour. The friend, I suppose we can all call him Drew now, who was helping me- or making damn sure that I left the state for good- said he hadn't been that drenched since he was in Cuba. Cuba! That is a communist, backward county that happens to be and island. An island of animals, yes, but an island nonetheless. And in such counties, apocalyptic rains happen with regular occurrence, most likely due to a constant smiting by God for their heathen ways. I think you got the picture by now. Moving on...
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| Drew seems to be able to only eat food which is set ablaze. |
After the manly, fully saturated hug in the rain and fond farewells were exchanged between friends, we parted ways. I took a shower immediately afterward, even though I had already had a 20 minute outdoor water-logging. I quickly cleaned a few more things inside the apartment, handed in my keys, loaded the dog and began my trip around 4:45 p.m. Thankfully, the weather was steadily raining like piss was being poured out of a boot. Making things even better, I had to make a quick delivery which required me to leave the madness of rush hour interstate traffic just to reenter it 10 minutes later.
After all of that, I was finally ready for the next stop: Alabama.
*I've had dysentery. Let's just leave that story for another time.
