Wear your heart on your sleeve and your art on your skin"
I really like your saying, I am going to remember it.
Being 25 was the beginning of the best decade of my life. I traveled every chance I could and made friends wherever I went. I think I shared beers with people in 30 states in the US. Some of my friends did travel to Europe. They bought a Euro-pass for $100, and traveled by train, visiting 6 countries. They stayed in hostels, that were clean and had all they needed. On the flight back, one couple sneaked into the restroom together and joined "the mile-high club" over the Atlantic ocean. Guys love challenges. Pierre once filmed people having sex on top of Europe's highest mountain. (I think). You could ask him about it. I spent many summer weekends at one favorite campground, and after the sun went down, sat around the campfire, toasting marshmallows and drinking beer. You probably know that you can open up a sleeping bag and zip two of them together, making plenty of room for two. Although not as soft as a bed, there is nothing like making love out under the stars.
I have to finish this post with another story. One Saturday, a friend was driving to the campground and picked up a hitchhiker. He said that he was just travelling the road and had no money. So my friend invited him to stay with us for the night and share some of our food. But he had to do a little work. So we gave him an ax and told him to chop firewood for the campfire. My buddy Frank noticed that by the smile on his face while chopping, that he was enjoying his work.
Maybe too much. So when he was done, Frank went up to him and asked him a simple question:
"Have you ever killed anybody" The guy had a puzzled look on his face and said: "I don't know." Well that was the
wrong answer as far as Frank was concerned. So late that night, when everyone turned in, Frank went and found the ax. He took it with him, and he and the ax shared his sleeping bag.
But it is like seeing a picture on a wall that is crooked. I cannot help myself.
