The search is over!
Ever since leaving college, I have plumbed the depths of my very soul, looking at what makes me tick, trying desperately to find my purpose in life. It has been an exhaustive process, dabbling in the latest psychological treatises and Medieval metaphysics. Oriental or Occidental, it mattered not. If there was written work expounding someone’s views on life, I read it. There was even that stint where I plied the down trodden streets of the District, listening attentively to the rants of schizophrenic bums. Now, the long search is over. It is amazing; it feels as if some heavy weight has been lifted off of my very being. So, you might be asking, looking into the abyss, what has this post-modern Atlas found? Friends, I have decided that my true calling in life is to be turf manager to the East Jackson Golf Club outside of Jackson, Mississippi. So long to the drab, gray winters of this Nation’s Capital. Hello to sunny Jackson, where I might bravely live the life I have always imagined.
April 1st, 2007 at 7:16 pm
Mississippi ? I’l give you two hours before you turn suicidal
April 2nd, 2007 at 10:59 am
Awesome man!! … so … do we get free access to the turf?
April 5th, 2007 at 8:19 am
There nothing like turf in the morning. And think about all of the outrageous plaids you can wear.
April 5th, 2007 at 5:40 pm
My thoughts exactly! Plus, free beer from the club house! And, no, you don’t get free access to the turf. But you will receive a free beer coozie! I know you want it.