So, I turned 40 years old. Still no trip. Life has a way of not going as planned. Instead, I had a big fat party with Pupy Costello and His Big City Honky Tonk. I guess going to the Points East Pub and drinking 40 Pabst Blue Ribbons and 8 shots of Jameson (or something like that) can induce hallucinations of travel, but that is about as close as I am getting to this Walkabout.
There is the economy, the two year-old, did I mention I am in the housing construction business? Yeah. I could "lose my job" and earn as much as I do now working 10 hours a day 7 days a week.
For the time being, I am eating cake for breakfast. Yep.
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