travel
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I turned down a trip to see the new Super Mario Galaxy movie. If I wanted to be distracted by a bunch of flashy colors and Mad Libs narration, I’d watch Fox News. At least that’s not a hundred dollar outing considering admission, fuel, parking, snacks/food, and Alamo Drafthouse’s automatic 18+% gratuity. A casual weekend…
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Travel. Experience. Live. I’ve been to Savannah a dozen times, but never this deeply. Another great video by Peter Santenello.
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Nevada is amazing if you have the guts to stray from “The Strip”.
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Can’t do it. Simply taking a shower is like being stoned and using your friend’s new car to go to Taco Bell at 2am. I’ve realized something about myself, or maybe I’m just being witty in the moment: It’s not that I’ve never known how to read the room; I’ve just insisted they read me…
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This tree. The alien things this tree has seen and heard throughout the decades. I say alien, because I assume trees find us as such. None of us can assume to comprehend the comings and goings of trees. One good turn, and such. The park in which it resides began as a privileged playground over…
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Snow-dumb. It’s a sensation that overtook me quite a few times as a professional driver. You spend so much time fixated on a field of white rolling along, mile-to-mile, and your brain blurs. I’d forgotten about it until a few minutes ago. Hell hath no career like truck-driving. I left my truck unlocked and wide-open…
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I know many of the things I speak about on this page are extraordinary, but that’s always been my life. I make up things for a living, and I can’t make this stuff up. I mean, I could, but I don’t need to. It actually happens. My wife was on the couch doing some course…
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I’ve said it in so many days, and I’ll say it again… I hate traveling. Not the journey’s physical movement from place to place, or the exploration of new, interesting locales, but the overnights. Beds, kitchens, living areas; all places where I can’t relax when it belongs to others. I feel like I’m being watched…
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The morning sun cruelly peeks through drawn curtains. We managed to victor against parking lot floodlights with ease for three nights, but the big, scary, burning ball of death wins supreme. I’m up. I managed to grab a shower before the chaos of vacating the hotel room begins. I feel quite refreshed, but I failed…
The Gonzo Wolf 