Lately I have been working hard and recovering from getting my appendix knifed, leading an entirely UNADVENTUROUS life. Now granted I have still been doing things, getting my ass kicked in a frisbee league, doing improv with some eclectic, low life hilarity in Oakland and drinking, crying, masturbating and crying in exactly that order.
I'm slowly getting to my point, repress that ADD, do it...
I've noticed a trend in many MANY of my friends facebook profiles where they put up a photo album called "Adventures" or something of the sort.
Now everyone has their own definition of what adventure is, when I was recovering from my appendectomy I suppose an adventure was getting out of bed and pissing and then getting back into bed because it took great effort and 3 hours but that's a stretch.
What has me pissed off is these albums of "adventure" where it is the person posing with like 3 friends at a bar somewhere. Now if that bar is in Mauritania I admit that would make it more interesting but that would warrant a comment or something noting that so I have to say I don't think going drinking or sitting in your living room with a few friends is a motherfucking adventure.
Adventure is waking up with your passport glued to your palm with a Turkish entry visa on it and vague memories of tearin' up the casbah and doing a few lines off a hooker's lower back or ass region.
not this (even though, dude, craziest time, ever!):
Adventure, in the mind of the imbecile, can be something as simple as crossing the street or watching a leaf fall.
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