So, I haven't updated, nor posted anything, for two years.
Two years.
That's a long damn time. I don't have anything really neat to add at the moment, not even a bunch of doodles. I haven't been saving anything. All I've got is this journal entry and a drawing from a couple hours ago. Why the sudden return? Uh. I don't know? Boredom, probably.
Yeah. I'm good at boredom.
Anyhow, life has been going on, and I've moved twice since the last journal entry here, been through both sides of the country, and on a few interesting flights.
I went to Maine to visit a family member, stay out there a couple months, and maybe get some R&R. The place itself wasn't much of anything, Maine wasn't much fun. The trip THERE, however, was interesting.
It began like any other flight, get my tickets for picking up three connecting planes because there's no way I'm going to be able to afford a direct flight from Phoenix, AZ to Bangor, MA. I was surprised at security, to be truthful. I walk in wearing my usual huge black long-coat, huge black boots, and pants baggy enough to smuggle a volkswagon in, along with my longer-than-it-should-be hair, and guess what? I don't even get searched. Not once. I mean, sure, I'm not carrying anything dangerous or illegal, but I'm slightly insulted that they didn't find I looked threatening enough for them to THINK I did. Y'know?
It's the principle of the thing.
Anyhow, I arrive in New York, New York. Prepared to catch my third flight to Maine. I get up to the terminal, a little bit early, and wait patiently for my flight.
An announcement over the intercom from the terminal desk, and a little blinking light on the TV screen say the flight's been delayed an hour.
An hour later it changes to two hours.
Then four hours.
Then it's cancelled.
So, I'm stranded in New York, New York. There's no way in hell I'm going to hail a cab to take me to Maine, and a bus to Maine wasn't anywhere in sight. I'm standing at the terminal, seeing what I can do about rescheduling my flight, and there's four other people with the same problem, going to Bangor, Maine.
Four other people, consisting of three older women and a man from Ohio. The desk is saying that we can't get another flight until the next day, five at night, and then we aren't guaranteed a seat on it. So the five of us are discussing what we might do, hit a hotel, crash in the lobby, various solutions... Until we get this interesting idea to just rent a car and drive ourselves, the five of us, overnight, from New York to Maine. I mean, it's only a twelve hour trip or so, it's not that bad.
So I hitched a ride with three older women and a guy from Ohio, from the airport, after my flight was canceled, to Maine.
At first I thought it might be a bad idea, riding in a car with a bunch of strange people I don't know...
Then I realized, hey, -I'M- the strange one here. Big guy in previously mentioned black long-coat and boots? I could take three little old ladies and a guy from Ohio.
Well, maybe not, but I could LOOK like I could.
So I road-tripped, overnight, from New York to Maine, with four complete strangers.
It went wonderfully, and they were some of the only interesting people I met on my entire trip.
Didn't know you had a sheezy account. Though, you do have some nice artwork up, I didn't know you drew that one of TSS. Even if you do update rarely, your artwork is good enough to keep track of.
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