I briefly discussed running away today. mostly serious, but more rational than anything.
I decided i would not be more prepared to run away than i was at age six... when i ran away to our garage... with a hearty pack of small figurines and fruit snacks.
I think that stint i spend as a missing child lasted a whole six minutes because i got cold.. probably lonely.
'question is... would i last any longer today?
probably not.
i am going to learn to build a tee pee this summer.
i need my country air.
it's one goal of many seemingly pointless goals.
I also may be getting another office job for the summer.
the contrast, the horror.
Whenever i skip class i think of bob dylan.
He got into the U of M and never went to class, and look at him.
He's wonderful.
Though i don't imagine he's in much debt.
Blonde on Blonde and Blood on the Tracks... maybe my two favorite Bob albums.
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