a history of me

I hear you can acquire Root Beer if you can get into Costco. The nearest is Amagasaki. You would become a god, surely...
 

Do they sell individual cans or would I be required to buy a goddamn suitcase-worth? I only want a refreshing taste.
 

We miss you, too, although it's easier knowing how well you are doing. You are living an adventure. NYC will always be here. And I'll be there in a few months! Guess I should pack some rootbeer?
 

They sell A&W at ドンキホーテ here in 枚方！
 

Here's a list of things I miss: Seashells, rainbows, running water, spark plugs, white people, my anal virginity, ol' blanky, shower stalls with cummy curtains, red-skin pototoes... wow, it's a wonder I have anything left!
 

:)
 

Salena: Oatmeal, pack oatmeal. It costs twice as much here as it does back home. Soda is just soda.

Anon: If you could give me a hint as to where that place is I'd appreciate it. Googling ドンキホーテ brought me to a lot of adult sites.

Harry: I think you're having trouble finding your comic voice. Not every gag has to involve carnality, you know.

Hyde: Right back at ya!
 

"Missing your mom's hugs"

I have to admire a guy who is so honest with his feelings.
 

I miss being able to get drunk off one Forty, long walks on the beach, and still having my self respect. I also miss thinking that I was still a growing boy. I miss thinking I was going to be taller. And I mean really tall; we'er talking at least 5'8, maybe even 5'9, but lets not get crazy here.
 

Mystic: Without honesty this blog would be useless. And as far as Sunday's non-story goes, I just couldn't post it for the world to see. If you want the e-mail version I'll send it to you.

Dave: Isn't that the worst feeling in the world when you realize you're not going to get any taller? I'm just glad I grew past both of my parents at least.
 

I miss staying over at my brothers on weekends, and going to your apartment where someething always happened. Some of the best times in my childhood were spent in that tiny little space!