The Outlaw
It was noon on the 4th of July. The sun hung high in the sky as I ran down the winding mountainside. My formerly spastic running had been replaced by something more steady; my breath was deep and even, my stride was fast and long, and the city pavement and skyline had been replaced by a pothole ridden mountain road canopied by hundred year woods. It was beautiful, and something that helped me clear my mind. Two miles down, two miles up. As I rounded the final bend down the mountain I saw the bottom of the ski slope I'd just run down,
"This is going to be a bitch back up," I said to myself, out of breath.
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Freedom. America. The Nathan's Hotdog Eating Contest. These three things epitomize the 4th of July... our Independence Day! And this year the famed Penis Swallowing... I mean Hotdog Eating Contest goes to an American, Joey Chestnut, the raining champ of wiener munching, downed 68 hotdogs in 12 minutes! Oh there are so many things I can say about that... but I am a Kla$$y lady and I'll keep those thoughts to my own dirrty self!
Here's hoping you're all celebrating America's B-day with BBBQ, beer and Will Smith!
The Outlaw
It was noon on the 4th of July. The sun hung high in the sky as I ran down the winding mountainside. My formerly spastic running had been replaced by something more steady; my breath was deep and even, my stride was fast and long, and the city pavement and skyline had been replaced by a pothole ridden mountain road canopied by hundred year woods. It was beautiful, and something that helped me clear my mind. Two miles down, two miles up. As I rounded the final bend down the mountain I saw the bottom of the ski slope I'd just run down,
"This is going to be a bitch back up," I said to myself, out of breath.
Continue reading Interactions With An Anonymous Stranger Who Will Remain Nameless Pt. V