Start Your Clocks, Set Your Alarms, Mark Your Calendars,
Because It Is T Minus 10 Days, Man.
T Minus 10 Days Until I Stop Hitting Myself In The Face Every Day.
I Have Been Hitting Myself In The Face Every Day For How Many Years Now?
Too Many Years To Count,
Too Many Years To Remember.
But Now
It Is Time To Stop Hitting Myself In The Face.
Yes.
It Is Time.
So,
T Minus 10 Days Until I Stop Forever,
And Ever,
Amen.
T Minus 10 Days.
Yes.
This Is The End.
Story Ends Here.
This Is The End.
The Very End.
This Is The End.
This Is The End.
And So Behold,
You Have Been Storytold.
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Hello from the high Rockies of Colorado. My name is Brandt, pleased to meet you. I’m a writer but I probably shouldn’t be. I live in a little ghost town called Leadville. If you like mountains, snow, jokes, stories, countdowns, running, hiking, breathing, not working, etc., then you and I have a lot in common. Thanks for stopping by, and have a lovely day!
