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September 27, 2006

9.27.06

In honor of our internet service being down...AGAIN... please write something today regarding being completely cut off from civilization.

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It was late and really, let’s be honest, no one wanted to be in this situation. The car never worked right in the first place and the last thing I ever wanted was some girl yelling at me as the sun rose. My eyes were burning as the thought of being left alone on a highway drove my brain from thoughts to words. Something to say. Needed to be alone. I was getting it. I searched around for something that was not there. A phone. A gas tank. Some change for gas. She kept screaming.

Then I found the knife.

Posted by: the turtle at September 27, 2006 12:59 PM · Permalink

Driving cross country instead of flying was turning out to be a big mistake.

Forget about the price of gasoline and the endless boredom of driving all day. It was the forced exposure to all of these red-states that was driving him mad, and not just because they were all Bush-lovers.

The lack of NPR on the radio was becoming annoying.

The food was awful, loaded down with carbs and calories, these people have never even heard of arugula!

But the worst thing about leaving civilization behind was the fact he hadn't seen a Starbucks in over a thousand miles!

Posted by: gahrie at September 27, 2006 1:22 PM · Permalink

Getaway:

There is an island in the Pacific, three miles across. Hundreds of miles from anywhere, it's left off most maps. Martin Panzer owns it.

One month every year he flies his jet there, and is completely out of contact with anyone. Sometimes he brings a mistress, or a handful of servants, but other times his solitude is complete.

When asked why, he once said "Y'ever been so pissed at your ex, and she at you, that you just had to skip town t'make sure neither one of you didn't kill the other? It's like that with me and the world."

Posted by: Jeff R. at September 27, 2006 2:43 PM · Permalink

Gahrie: I've driven cross country many times. Sometimes all you can get is country stations and NPR.

Posted by: cranky-d at September 27, 2006 4:50 PM · Permalink

And, Stucky's had way better coffee than Starbucks.

Posted by: Kasac at September 27, 2006 5:48 PM · Permalink

Blasphemer.

Posted by: Stacy at September 27, 2006 5:59 PM · Permalink

Starbuck's is too pretentious. Coffee tastes better coming from a waitress named Earlene than from a barista named Mr. Giorgio.

Posted by: Jim at September 27, 2006 6:43 PM · Permalink

what the hell is a barista?

Posted by: the turtle at September 27, 2006 6:53 PM · Permalink

That's what they call the little guy who diligently spoons out the foam from your latte.

Posted by: Jim at September 27, 2006 7:04 PM · Permalink

While he looks at you as if you are beneath him for calling it a Large instead of Grande.

Posted by: michele at September 27, 2006 7:23 PM · Permalink

>>And, Stucky's had way better coffee than Starbucks.

>>Starbuck's is too pretentious. Coffee tastes better coming from a waitress named Earlene than from a barista named Mr. Giorgio.

Well, you're wrong! </MXC's Captain Tennille>

Posted by: Stacy at September 27, 2006 7:31 PM · Permalink

I am used to being wrong. Being wrong is one of the few things I can do right.

Posted by: Jim at September 27, 2006 7:50 PM · Permalink