Well, I have a great story which involves me getting very drunk and waking up in a strange place, but will inform everyone in person.
I am down in our nation's capital doing the whole unpaid intern thing, working for a lobby group run by a few nuns. They are really funny and I have an amazing time at it. Whenever there is a cool meeting, they will take me along, like during that immigration broohaha. Why does America have to kick so much ass that everyone wants to come in? They have me working on green affordable housing, researching bills and calling up congressman. We all eat lunch together and it's very communal.
To make money, you know some change in my pocket, I've been mentoring in the ASK program. I believe that I have endeared myself to them for they have already given me a nickname. In all my years ballin at Rucker Park and at Grand & Warren, I had never been given a nickname, well maybe one if you count John Stockton. The boys seem to call me Clumsy and Doofus, although I find it hard to understand their primative language. Gestures and pointing acount for most of our communication. I am notsure what these two words mean in their language, but it must be something good because the words are always followed by smiles and such raucus laughter. I hope to one day completely learn their language and write a dictionary.
By the way, we have caught either 5 or 6 mice so far in our house. Please feel free to stop by if you are in the neighborhood 3513 O Street NW
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If they're calling you "mo", it's actually not a shortened version of homo. It's like bro. That should make you feel a little better. And I like you'll actually like the kids by the end.
I can't wait to hear that story.
nuns!
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