Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Part II Day 264: November 10, 2010 (the samsonite man gets called on his life)
My good friend Jefferson Beavers, who knows me better than anyone, called B.S. on my last post, saying he doesn't buy that I want to settle in Tuscaloosa, and he wants me to get over my idea of having a "normal life" (what is "normal"? he says). Jefferson knows, like the rapper Fashawn from my hometown of Fresno, that I'm a "Samsonite Man" and probably always will be:
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agreed. and as a fellow "samsonite man"... i must say that you will never totally settle. we are fools of the frontier, always looking for something new and fresh. enjoy Tuscaloosa for this chapter and turn the page when you're ready again. stoked you're living up E.P. all them kids be dead in southern california. roll tide.
ReplyDeleteTrue dat. You a Samsonite Man E.P.
ReplyDeleteRemember to enjoy the sites : )