Halfway through a bottle of wine on cinco de mayo my sister mari called to see if I would run/walk/crawl the entirety of the wildwood trail in forest park. I slurred yes and immediately regretted my decision, but I'm not one to slink out of a drunken promise, and I don't listen to reason. It is seis de de mayo at 9:30 am and are our father is dropping us at the western entrance to forest park. I have 4 sandwiches, 2 liters of water, 2 cliff bars, an apple, and a terrible hang over...should be a good day to crawl. On the bright side everything in forest park is alive, dappled with dew, and exploding with flowers (it's like a plant red light district in there, anthers, staemen, and ovaries bathed in uv advertisments for sexxx). Well, I guess I should get off the phone and start running! Wish me luck! -Eric
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