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How I Arrived (or Day 1)

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I had a fairly interesting day.

I woke up and packed in ten minutes and then had to go to work. When I got to work, the sky was clear and it was about 90 degrees. An older woman got over heated and passed out. So we had a fire truck and an ambulance at work and a team of paramedics took the lady away on a stretcher.

After that, a storm suddenly rolled in and lightning started hitting all around me. The storm sirens sounded and a small tornado passed about 20 miles from my house.

While this was going on, I met a really cool French hipster with awesome glasses. I kind of wish I was French now. Or Scottish. Or British. Anything besides boring American.

After work, I left for North Carolina. It was a rather long drive, but I had some Elton John and Owl City to keep me company. I had to pull over to make a phone call and a K-9 unit cop car turned his lights on and pulled over behind me. He was just checking to make sure I was alright, but he scared me half to death.

I almost got lost when it got dark and I found myself in the foothills of the Smoky mountains on my own. It was pitch black save my feeble headlights. I don’t often find myself in places without artificial light, and I now I know why. It was disturbing. I felt utterly alone. I much prefer a good smoggy city. All of this fresh air is killing me.

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I wrote a blog post about my Hipster obsession.

I wish I could be a hipster. Hipster is just such a fun word to say. Hipster. Just say it out loud. Isn’t it just fun? I wish I could be a Scottish hipster, but, I’m kind of from Georgia…..

I wish I was hipster, but I’m not skinny and I don’t wear tight, worn jeans or vintage apparel. I don’t have an obsession with Indie-rock (though it is pretty awesome), and I’m not in the 20-30 year old age range just yet.

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I just want to fall through a crack in time and find my self in an alternate reality where I would be Andrew Garfield with a Scottish accent and wear cool glasses. And I would work as a photojournalist and basically live at coffee shops. And on the weekends I would travel to the downtowns of famous cities and soak up the night life. Or maybe I would just sit write for hours.

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In the alternate reality, I would have a Yorkshire Terrier named Liam and I would live in a totally glass house on the top of huge green hill where it would always be raining.

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Too bad gashes in reality are still quite a while in our future. Don’t ask how I know that.

(I am from the future.)