With Kibble and Liberty for All
There's just one catch:
I need money for stuff.
In the last post my mother humiliated me by telling you that
I left turds in the pack's bed. I want you to know that these
are lies and that I am running away to join an Alaskan sled team.
JUST PUT FOOD IN MY BOWL.
Last weekend I had what was probably my most symbolic dream ever:
Mike and I were out on a playground at dusk. We were swinging and talking when suddenly I noticed something funny in the clouds. Closer and closer it came, growing larger against the darkening sky...
Liz: (frowning) Hey, what's that?
Mike: (shrugs) It's probably nothing to worry about.
Liz: I think it's the Statue of Liberty!
Mike: What? No, it can't be.
Liz: Look, she's green and holding a torch!
Mike: Holy Statue of Liberty, Batman!
And we dove into the trees just as the Statue of Liberty collided with the monkey bars and smashed into a million pieces.
Instantly, thousands of people swarmed the playground, biting, kicking, and trampling each other to secure the biggest pieces. Some would hock them on eBay, others were planning to trade them for drugs or sex. Mike and I ran from the rabid crowd, crashing through the trees. When we were alone, deep in the forest, we stopped, panting.
Liz: Look, Mike.
Under my shirt I had the Statue of Liberty's crown. We stood there, clutching it between us. We prayed feverishly that no one would steal it.
most optimistic view of American society.