This is my friend Carl. Here, he is sitting on the subway. I am not sure where he is going, but he is somewhere in Japan, most likely Tokyo. He has been living there for the past two years, but won't be for too much longer.
In a few weeks, he will be returning to the US, whereupon we will embark on another (for we've had so many) adventure--beginning in the bowels of that Sodom known as the Big Apple, we will make our way southward through Our Nation's Capital, followed by brief stops in various tidewater burgs, and a slightly longer stop in Tampa to pick up a couple more friends (Rich & James, and they are a couple), until finally we break on through to the sunshine and white sands of the greater Miami/Ft. Lauderdale area. It is here, among the suntanned natives, that we will ring in the New Year, and most likely get completely shitcan'd.
Foggy heads (mostly) cleared, we will back to the road on New Year's Day for Tampa. A few more days relaxing at the beach, then we will say good-bye to our friends and return to my home city, that Gomorrah known as the Big Easy. Bourbon Street will be assaulted anew. Memories and lovers will be made and forgotten, and finally, after the final Hurricane, Hand Grenade, or Huge Ass Beer, Carl will fly back to DC, leaving my home far cleaner than he found it, and me, alone to contemplate how INSANE things get when me and this guy get together. I can't wait!
In a few weeks, he will be returning to the US, whereupon we will embark on another (for we've had so many) adventure--beginning in the bowels of that Sodom known as the Big Apple, we will make our way southward through Our Nation's Capital, followed by brief stops in various tidewater burgs, and a slightly longer stop in Tampa to pick up a couple more friends (Rich & James, and they are a couple), until finally we break on through to the sunshine and white sands of the greater Miami/Ft. Lauderdale area. It is here, among the suntanned natives, that we will ring in the New Year, and most likely get completely shitcan'd.
Foggy heads (mostly) cleared, we will back to the road on New Year's Day for Tampa. A few more days relaxing at the beach, then we will say good-bye to our friends and return to my home city, that Gomorrah known as the Big Easy. Bourbon Street will be assaulted anew. Memories and lovers will be made and forgotten, and finally, after the final Hurricane, Hand Grenade, or Huge Ass Beer, Carl will fly back to DC, leaving my home far cleaner than he found it, and me, alone to contemplate how INSANE things get when me and this guy get together. I can't wait!
