No I didn’t Run Off to Africa Like Dave Chappelle
I’m pretty sure everyone remembers where they were when they saw this:
And so Mar. 18th 2010 shall live on in the same way. I had come to a crossroads. I felt like I had accomplished a lot in my short time at the Steel Closet. I thought I had learned as much about the blogging game as I could from Mr. Ruffin. I made it into a big newspaper (apparently they have newspapers in Canada?). I see what Mike was talking about. I had nothing left to prove. Canada loved me and I had many adoring blogging groupies emailing me to get my Gchat name (the truth? it’s a bitch to blog hungover in foreign countries).
So I blew out. I’ve been on a two month whirlwind that would make your head spin. Buenos Aires, Vegas, Panama, and Miami mixed in with benders in Springtime NYC. I must say, I learned and saw alot. I learned that if you book a plane ticket to a ‘drug-senstive’ country a few hours before take-off with no luggage, wearing only a suit and bowtie that you just might have a problem getting back into the country. I also learned that Buenos Aires is hte best city in the world, or at least until Brazil tries to change my mind when I arrive in a week.
I missed alot too. Like, when did Betty White decide to make the monster come-backs to end all come-backs? That SNL muffin skit was the first time I’ve laughed at SNL since I hit puberty a few years ago, true story. Either way, I missed you guys. Here is a little token of forgiveness I humbly offer to you….(don’t ever say I never got you nothin’)
p.s. The girl I was talking to kept asking why the camera was on. She kept accepting my answer that sometimes you need to let it run to clean out the battery….”Clean out the battery?” Yaaaaaa !