Mike and I decide to go to London. We did something - I can’t remember what… a party maybe. We leave to go home and I explain to the ticket person at the airport that I have no passport. The ticket clerk indicates that he’ll let me go home anyway. Mike then subtly encourages me to take him up on the offer.
“I have no passport,” I repeat. “I’ll be stuck in the US airport if I go, which is a lot worse than being stuck in London.”
We decide to walk back to the states. Mike isn’t here, Kyle and Kevin make the trek. We walk on this path that is well worn. Many others are here too, walking this wide path in a forest. The route starts to curve around and appears to be in disrepair. We aren’t sure what the route to take; one rises up and over another pathway.
We choose to climb up and cross over the rise. After about 20 feet we notice it’s a tropical jungle, more dense and wild than before. I walk over a rock and Kyle points out it’s a tyrannosaurus skull. Cool. We walk a little further and peer down. There are ten or so giraffes in a pit digging furiously, possessed. There are other giraffes too that we hope do not notice us. We decide this is the wrong path. I walk on the tyrannosaurus skull again for good luck.
posted Apr 9th, 2008 @ 11:09 pm