This is how I see it. I’m 37. I’ve lived a good long life and done many fascinating and inspirational things. Here is a short list:
1) Ate a buffalo chicken pizza.
2) Was offered drugs by a man on a street corner.
3) Witnessed a local folk hero known only as Sombrero Man liberate several bags of Taco Bell takeout from a temporarily vacated Chevy Tahoe.
4) Voted for governor. Twice.
I have no further life goals, save one: to ride a dolphin. And I will one day soon.
Today I typed up my pact and hung it on the wall with the last unused thumbtack in my desk drawer. This way it is always at the front of my mind, never to be replaced by a craving for Chinese food or a sudden urge to spend my nights watching online pornography. The dolphin is more important.
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I made a pact today. I think. Is it possible to make a pact with yourself? I have decided that I am going to ride a dolphin, if it’s the last thing I ever do. I will be using this diary to document my journey.
Welcome to The Dolphin Diary
This is the simple tale of a 37-year-old man who has just one remaining desire on the path to fulfillment. Follow his journey from his house to TGI Friday's all the way out into the great Pacific Ocean in his legendary quest to ride a dolphin.
(was that epic-sounding enough?)
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For easy navigation, read downward and then click the "Older Posts" link to continue in the story.
It's like a real diary, guys!
(was that epic-sounding enough?)
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For easy navigation, read downward and then click the "Older Posts" link to continue in the story.
It's like a real diary, guys!
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