So we are down to the endgame. 4 days to go.
I am belching nails and snorting turpentine.
After this damn ride is over with I will need a new raison de etre. “I’m preparing for San Felasco” has been my convenient answer since April.
“Juancho, we need to you to finish up those 10-47 reports by Monday.”
“No can do boss I’m preparing for San Felasco.”
“Juancho, why don’t you love me?”
“I’m sorry baby, I’m preparing for San Felasco, I got no time for love.”
“Juancho, why don’t I love you? Oh right, you are preparing for San Felasco.”
“Can you do more for the Obama Campaign?” “San Felasco.”
“Earthquakes in China?” “San Felasco.”
“Spit on me if I’m on fire?” “San Felasco.”
After this thing is over, I am setting my sights on some new goals like;
-playing punk rock guitar
-opening an art gallery (naming contest coming soon)
-get involved with the local caving grotto
-dialing in my 3-pointer
-loafing at Joe’s
-new creative direction for the BRC
This is a lot of work for a t-shirt.