The journey had begun. My backpack was full

The journey had begun. My backpack was full of what was left of my life..running shoes, blown out from miles of marathon training, dirty socks, a half eaten snackbar, and Huck Fin

Everything that was there reminded me of memories which made me decided about moving on, changing my my routine.

Yes, it was official. I was now going to brush my teeth BEFORE eating my breakfast.

This, I realized, THIS was living dangerously! I felt...free...exhilarated by the possibilities! After brushing my teeth, I ran to the fridge. For breakfast, I would eat something

that most people would find disgusting. But I loved it. I ate 2 raw eggs, a candy bar made of chocolate covered ants, and washed it down with a big glass of tang.

That was just for starters. Then came the palate cleanser: lemon-prune sorbet, yum. I then had some linguine in a vat of squid ink, an order of escargot, and a side of fried

bat wings with wildebeest-bile dipping sauce--only the finest cuisine to enjoy while watching the Big Game straight from our dorm room in Heck U. I only worried that the reception

my dead eyes could see. I knew I was going to rue this when the high water came but I bet all my hell money on a knob kneed nag from Nantucket named Naughty Nellie Niner Niner Xray

Whodunit Tamerlane Foxylady. "Empty your lungs, sonny," she said as the tide took us under. "I have enough oxygen in my lungs to keep us both supplied." She was a nice kisser, too.