I’m going to hell.
Most people wouldn’t look at it that way, of course, but then again most people aren’t jaded and bitter about traveling the way I am either. This weekend I’m headed down to the sunny state of Florida, where citrus fruit and neon colored houses grow like weeds. And, although I am an old and decrepit individual, I am not going down there to retire like so many other New Yorkers. Quite the contrary actually, I’m headed south for work, not pleasure.
But that doesn’t mean I can’t try to have fun, right?
So, once again I’m throwing my heart ego heart on the ground in the hopes someone will pick it up and show me some love. You see, I happen to know that some of my readers live in Florida, so I’m giving them all fair warning that I’m coming down so they can either pack their bags and flee the state like so many rats from the Titanic, or they can clear their schedule and plan on having a meal with the man behind the Geek.
My money’s on them running, how about you?
It’s time for Soloner vs. Geek, Part II: Curse of the Goofs.
That depends on which part of our fair state upon which thou dost descend. Pray, ’twill be Orlando-ish?
If yea, then I am so there, dude.