tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-62224643949389105472011-04-21T18:58:29.178-05:00Paul CCChttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05723485897996846542noreply@blogger.comBlogger41100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6222464394938910547.post-35995697951139905572008-05-02T16:53:00.013-05:002008-07-18T02:37:08.974-05:00

It was a nice year for Antarctica. I spent it studying ice and surviving on grape snowcones, and protein pills. It was my first real job, me, twenty five, straight out of college with a PhD in Arctic Survival, and it really is quite a tale, a great story. But it will have to wait. I don’t feel like talking about it right now, to close, but I will talk about what happened to me on when I returned

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“I cum and glaciers tear apart…”I told this to my best friend’s mom because I was seducing her. It's cheesy, I know.We were dancing in the orange light of a forest fire I'd set. She was only there because he told her - her husband.I seduced him too, both of them.He was easy, the poetic, nostalgic type. She was harder, nostalgic, not poetic. She needed a show, something she'd knew she'd remember.

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I'm on a brief stint as a truffle hunter in Northern Italy. White truffles to be exact, don't like them much myself, but people pay top dollar for a burlap sack of oozing fungus. Hired myself a truffle dog name "Snawzers." He works for Italian minimum wage as long as I look the other way when he follows some poor couple into an alley - tourists mostly.We've been up and down this country side.

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I pulled a rat from the burning wreckage of a toppled dumpster. I held it in my arms and breathed life back into its twisted frame. The rehabilitation was long; it was months before the brave thing could look at me with the courage to smile. On a fresh April morning the sun shone in her eyes. They twinkled with sweet pain of finally walking, slowly at first, small steps but it was a start.

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