A Letter to Karl
Karl,
Turns out that I'll be hanging my hat in Columbus for a spell. Rounded up a job with my cousin doing demolition work on condemned apartment buildings downtown. And thus I am back to the world of honest labor. It should, however, be a swell gig paying in at ten bucks an hour paid under the table every Friday. I should be able to rake in a healthy share of hours to fill up the hump for my next expedition. Oh yes, and buy a bicycle as well. The story of the vile stench of Continental Airlines in Mexcity will explain all that.
As for the here and the now; my cousin and his wife are putting me up in their house in the suburbs east of town. Its a nice place to stay, but a fur piece away from the action in the city. Staying in Columbus will be a nice opportunity to visit with my family down here and lay low for a while.
I still plan to compose my journal entries and send them off to you. I'd like to have those bastards pumped off by the end of the week, but I've never been a big fan of sticking to self-imposed deadlines. Thanks for the update from the end of your trip. I thought the ride out of Mexcity to the airport was fairly tame as well. Riding it at night made things pretty chill traffic-wise, but there were still a fair number of semis on the road even in the middle of the night.
It was not an easy task but I wrangled a huge bike box from a bicycle shop in DF - that happened to be a type of office for scores of prostitutes as well as selling bicycles. Carried this big-assed box through DF and get it to the airport. Had trouble taking off the pedals in my rig because my goddamn crescent wrench was too fat to fit into the bolts on the bastards. Asked every maintenance worker and janitor in the entire airport for a crescent wrench, after learning the word for crescent wrench, but to no avail. Ended up shoving the bike into the box pedals intact, bowing out the sides of the box just so slightly.
After boxing up my rig I set up shop outside of the Continental ticket counter, which happened to be right next to a door that was opened every two minutes with a stout gust of wind to follow awaking me from my partial slumber. Did not sleep so well that night. Airport security asked me to move along somewhere around 5 am and the ticket counter was opening up shortly so I pushed my box and my panniers into line and waited for my inspection.
At this point I sensed the madness that was to follow. A foul stench of officialdom and belief in the essential goodness of The System hung in the air like the vile fumes wafting off of a rotting horse carcass in the Vizcaino Desert. My skin became cold and clammy as I waited in line with the fat dumb tourists with teased hair to receive my sentence from the powers I could never see.
I have to split. I'll finish off the story next email. Hope you don't mind if I prostitute out our friendship and post this here email on yon weblog. Good luck finding gainful employ' and I'm looking forward to reading some of your stuff from the trip.
Ciao, Aaron.
Turns out that I'll be hanging my hat in Columbus for a spell. Rounded up a job with my cousin doing demolition work on condemned apartment buildings downtown. And thus I am back to the world of honest labor. It should, however, be a swell gig paying in at ten bucks an hour paid under the table every Friday. I should be able to rake in a healthy share of hours to fill up the hump for my next expedition. Oh yes, and buy a bicycle as well. The story of the vile stench of Continental Airlines in Mexcity will explain all that.
As for the here and the now; my cousin and his wife are putting me up in their house in the suburbs east of town. Its a nice place to stay, but a fur piece away from the action in the city. Staying in Columbus will be a nice opportunity to visit with my family down here and lay low for a while.
I still plan to compose my journal entries and send them off to you. I'd like to have those bastards pumped off by the end of the week, but I've never been a big fan of sticking to self-imposed deadlines. Thanks for the update from the end of your trip. I thought the ride out of Mexcity to the airport was fairly tame as well. Riding it at night made things pretty chill traffic-wise, but there were still a fair number of semis on the road even in the middle of the night.
It was not an easy task but I wrangled a huge bike box from a bicycle shop in DF - that happened to be a type of office for scores of prostitutes as well as selling bicycles. Carried this big-assed box through DF and get it to the airport. Had trouble taking off the pedals in my rig because my goddamn crescent wrench was too fat to fit into the bolts on the bastards. Asked every maintenance worker and janitor in the entire airport for a crescent wrench, after learning the word for crescent wrench, but to no avail. Ended up shoving the bike into the box pedals intact, bowing out the sides of the box just so slightly.
After boxing up my rig I set up shop outside of the Continental ticket counter, which happened to be right next to a door that was opened every two minutes with a stout gust of wind to follow awaking me from my partial slumber. Did not sleep so well that night. Airport security asked me to move along somewhere around 5 am and the ticket counter was opening up shortly so I pushed my box and my panniers into line and waited for my inspection.
At this point I sensed the madness that was to follow. A foul stench of officialdom and belief in the essential goodness of The System hung in the air like the vile fumes wafting off of a rotting horse carcass in the Vizcaino Desert. My skin became cold and clammy as I waited in line with the fat dumb tourists with teased hair to receive my sentence from the powers I could never see.
I have to split. I'll finish off the story next email. Hope you don't mind if I prostitute out our friendship and post this here email on yon weblog. Good luck finding gainful employ' and I'm looking forward to reading some of your stuff from the trip.
Ciao, Aaron.
posted by Yonder Vittles at 12:37 PM
1 Comments:
have they stretched a google wire up round north battleford way? where the hell are ya' kid?
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