That's where I am right now: on the fumes of one contract, contemplating where to fill up next. Do I stick with this ol' petrol station? Dart away into an unknown provider? Fly back to America and use the Amoco Pep Stop in Mt. Pleasant, IA? Has my analogy...run dry?
Goodness godly. When Mrs. Moore-my 12th grade English teacher-told us upon graduation that it was okay if we didn't know what we wanted to do with our lives right out of high school, I just took that advice and ran with it. Still have it, in fact. It's got shelf-life like a Mickey D's Jurassic Double Chee. Still as wholesome and luscious as it was in 2000. Why am I talking like this?
Because I can.
I won a Best Actor Award in the Pohang 10-minute Theatre Festival last weekend for my monologue entitled Last Call. I am a winner.
I grow tired of these typings. I leave you now with pictures.
Make some decisions for me, will ya Dear Reader?
-LS^2
These ladies...
...just...
...kept...
...following me!
Chicken soaking in sweet chocolate red wine.
The swill was unfit to drink and not much better to eat.
I participated the shit outta this thing.
This is absolutely why people hate America(ns).
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