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"The first thing I saw back in New York was a pidgeon eating some vomit."
Paul got back from L.A. on the red eye, at about 6 AM. I was still asleep, but managed to ask about his trip back. The above was his response.
It was one of those, "why exactly do we live in this city?" moments that occur as a result of visiting the more scenic parts of California and Florida, where we're respectively from. Paul's from the Central Coast of California, which has mountains and oceans and vineyards and very few pidgeons eating vomit.
The only problem is, wherever we ultimately end up, the other person's family will be horrified that we aren't close to them, because our families live on opposite sides of the country. The only solution is to move to one of those box-shaped states where they grow a lot of corn or something, and everyone will be equally misearble.
Paul got back from L.A. on the red eye, at about 6 AM. I was still asleep, but managed to ask about his trip back. The above was his response.
It was one of those, "why exactly do we live in this city?" moments that occur as a result of visiting the more scenic parts of California and Florida, where we're respectively from. Paul's from the Central Coast of California, which has mountains and oceans and vineyards and very few pidgeons eating vomit.
The only problem is, wherever we ultimately end up, the other person's family will be horrified that we aren't close to them, because our families live on opposite sides of the country. The only solution is to move to one of those box-shaped states where they grow a lot of corn or something, and everyone will be equally misearble.
posted by Marguerite at 12:05 PM
1 Comments:
I don't know if you should do that. Then you wouldn't be able to write posts that begin with a pidgeon eating vomit. Seriously, I never get to start any posts with that.
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