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Interestingly
enough As I've mentioned before, this odyssey of poetry and long
distance journeys was supposed to be a group trip. Jonnie was going to
go monkey in the middle with two contributors of KungFu and Unlikely. I
should say 'Two contributors of Unlikely' since the KungFu poetry
section is down for upgrades. But they both pussied out. Lamers. Seeing
as to how I'm in the south, it's a courtesy to say that I'm 'Just
kidding guys!' whenever I talk shit about people and don't want them to
think I mean it.
"Just kidding guys" Moving right along. It's probably better that Jonathan took the trip alone. A lot of people in our friendship circle and I'm sure this happens in your friendship circle as well, threaten to take a road trip. As a matter of fact the inspiration for road trips usually comes from a bunch of liquor and small talk. For Jonathan though I suspect this road trip is probably the best therapy he's had in years. This isn't to say you can run from your problems or your demons, but along with the two bags Jonathan is carrying, one loaded down with expensive gear and the other, clothes and toiletries, the heaviest burden he carries is in himself and it was evident when the storm of travel ended briefly in April, as he came back to the Atl to visit with his son. We spent the majority of our downtime doing what we always do, working on projects, while Jonathan bonded with his prodigal son and his creative beast of burden, Unlikely Stories. So we got some work out of the way. One of our published writers suggested ordering forms for his book, soon to arrive from Sick Puppy Press, and we then dealt with the manuscripts of some amazing writers and tried to get everything together to plan out the second leg of his journey. So with no further delay, we have more content to show and this ain't
my show. I'll let Jonnie tell you the rest.
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