On a warm, wet evening in central Vermont, this writer finds himself surrounded by friends and family in a new milieu after more than a decade in Washington, D.C.
From here, I'll spring forward to points unknown but plan to "winter" in the northeast as I begin to exercise the most American of prerogatives--a reinvention of self. As that process unfolds, I'm at least smoking some good weed and getting some pussy.
I'll holler at y'all later.
