I need to borrow a man or a big bat
So its been one of those days. Ya know if something doesn't happen your gonna explode, seriously on the brink of spontaneous combustion. And so I did what I always do when I am all sorts of discontent with my situation, I picked a rode and I drove. The weather was matching my mood, sporatic, unsettled, rainy. So I'm driving on this back rode passing some beautiful quaint old houses. Then I pass 70. I drive a few more miles and see a steeple. So I pull off on this less traveled road, and there is this amazing boarded up, abandoned, limestone chuch made in 1910. I'm thinking man this is a travesty, how awesome would it be to have a service in this church, or mass since it was a catholic church. It was breathtaking. Someday I'm gonna renovate it, Nat or Jarod ya'll wanna be my preacher? So, I decide to try and get in. I climbed into this spectacular arched window thats about 5 feet off the ground and about 6 feet tall, in the entry way. I'm perched on the sill when I hear someone, or something breathing, thus the need of a man, or a girl who, to quote my grandfather, could go bear hunting with a stick. Anyways I did what I do best, ran. And with the burst of adrinaline and a few good country tunes my humors were brightened, atleast for a little bit. Any of ya'll near Manhattan want to indulge me, I gotta go back. Well I'll probably go back anyways tomorrow after church. I can't resist, I gotta take pictures and sketch or something. If I ever find my connector from my camera to my computer you all can see it too.