After a fairly aimless 7 mos., your friend has managed to find some harmless and well-meaning summer work in Center City Philthadelphia as a drug and alcohol counselor. I'll be handing out business cards next time I'm home. The job can be quite stressful and demanding and sort of the reason why I like tying on a few before I go to bed. I get up and go to work the next day, so I must be doing something right. This is not the time for crazy stories (I do have them), just remember things could always be worse.
who the hell is this steve shazymeier?
ReplyDeletewow, that was totally gonna be my comment.
ReplyDeletesince it was taken, i'll stick with my second choice: we may not be so privileged to live there, but i take major issue with the Philthadelphia comment. the city of brotherly love is a shining example of what every american metropolitan (i think it's by definition a metropolitan?) should look and taste like. and by taste, i mean cheesesteaks.
philly definitely earned the nickname philthadelphia....the smells that come out of those street steamers are some of the most pungent and offensive odors these nostrils have ever smelled...and i grew up next to a cornfield whose farmer believed in the liberal use of manuer. To quote griff "mad dog" tannen from bttf3, "I hate manuer."
ReplyDeletespeaking of manuer, the first coating was laid down in lancaster this week, and the lovely 75+ temps with the extra humidity illicit many memories of the shire and its vast expanses of cornfields. But damn, sweetcorn is delicious.
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ReplyDeleteWould have been better if your name was Otis Spunkmeier. He's not exaclty a cross between a vagina exam and some german torture method but the man does make a damn good muffin.
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