Reno
The African is leaving tom. My buddy, my pal – going back home to Cape Town after her horrific school experience. It will be a bit of a bummer as the pickins of interesting people out here on a whole are pretty slim. I’m happy however that I don’t always have to go with the flow. That I’m not just part of the herd.
If all the sheep are going over to THAT grass I might just hide in a crate and hop a boat to Reno. I’d prefer to hang out with the stow-a-ways than the same old flock doing the same old thing. I like the funny sheep. I like the sheep who get what I’m doing, what I’m saying – who appreciate me. Not that there aren’t a few good ones in the flock. They’re just hard to find. I feel like the flock would toss me to the wolves but the cargo sheep would offer me a spot in the crate. “Come to Reno with us!” they’d bleat.
-Baaaaaaaah
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aimless80
I get it.. I like this blog a metaphor! love you aimers stay with the strays. 😉
Brooke you’d totally be the sheep shoving every stragler into your crate! haha.