What's all the commotion?

Countless times I've been to countless outings, dates, concerts, walks in the park, random circumstances, what have you, etc... and pretty much, everything seems the damn same. Routine is a serious dullard. It goes for work, girls I've dated, places I've been, anything else! Nothing is surprising, in any sense, any more. What does one do with complete boredom?

Really, there is a healthy dollop of weird circumstance that goes through the ins and outs of life. But nothing has been awesome, such as a buddy growing another nose or the bag lady on the block randomly growing 10 feet tall.

Maybe movies and an over-active imagination fried my perception from early on, but nothing has stoked the fires since the last time I met God almost falling into the Pacific from 90 feet...but that's another story entirely...although I routinely hike the same spot. Almost looking for more trouble and a use to spring the survival instinct into action. Skydiving is really the next logical step. See, drinking and normal bar routine is just that, routine. Nothing out of the ordinary, maybe you meet someone new, maybe the cockeyed gal checking you out all night will write down her number, only to be passed on to a dude, sitting one booth over, to awkwardly give you. She just might come sit down by you later on and you might have to lie about your circumstance in the dating world because you want to let her down easy. Dammit why wasn't she the gal 3 booths over! Fuck.

And without the use of more commas those things will be hilarious. But not groundbreaking!

So with great pleasure I head to the American southwest for a couple of days. If there isn't great stories to tell upon returning then I haven't done a damn thing to rectify my boredom, now have I?

Your friend in Chaos,

-Nick