Keith

Dear Keith,

Yo dude, come back to California. Remember me?? we drove cross country together, learned the alphabet backwards together, were underwhelmed by Mt. Rushmore together, were mesmerized/euthanized by WallDrug's advertising campaign together.

Dylan say's he could probably get you on the waiting list for the next available room at his co-op. Rent's only $350, and you get to listen to all the free music you want, as most of the co-op residents are struggling musicians. I've been wondering if they have co-ops for struggling vagabonds/writers/former all-star little leaguers who have lost their way/bowline tying contest champions who have lost their way.. I can probably find that out on Craigslist.

I've got a PT job working as a professional christmas light hanger. Not really what i thought I would be doing with a $130,000 economics degree from a relatively elite liberal arts college in Connecticut, but the hours are good, i get free water, free granola bars, plus, I get to learn more about the music industry. All I can say is: Living the dream. Living the dream. Even get reimbursed on gas mileage. living the dream. This is my "dare to be great" scenario.

Also, remember when you had you're hand in that cast?? I bet that sucked.

Hope all is average, to below average in DC, and you're getting in your non-existent car and driving west. I mean, all the cool kids are doing it. (See: Stuart Poole, Dan Mazmanian, several other equally awesome people).

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ps. I just had dinner with dinosaur boy. he reminded me of the brutality during the carboniferous period, and that i am an idiot for not knowing how fast a brachiosaurus can run on land. he'll be beat up regularly once he reaches middle school. I feel as though I am living in a movie.