Journal Entry 75
It’s July 23rd, 2021.
I’ve started moving upward to South Carolina. The process hasn’t been so great. I ran into several moonshine camps, and uh… they weren’t so happy that I “sampled” their merchandise.
They fired multiple slug rounds towards me, but I managed to dodge them with my super cool Navy Seal skills. I was definitely a Navy Seal. I also totally don’t have a bullet wound in my left calf right now, totally don’t.
In these trying times I just sing to myself the most important tune I’ve ever heard in my life.
I’m Solo, I’m Han Solo, I’m Han Solo, I’m Han Solo.
Fuck, I wish I was Harrison Ford. I’d take a thousand helicopter crashes over running from the cops any day.
It’s July 23rd, 2021.
I’ve started moving upward to South Carolina. The process hasn’t been so great. I ran into several moonshine camps, and uh… they weren’t so happy that I “sampled” their merchandise.
They fired multiple slug rounds towards me, but I managed to dodge them with my super cool Navy Seal skills. I was definitely a Navy Seal. I also totally don’t have a bullet wound in my left calf right now, totally don’t.
In these trying times I just sing to myself the most important tune I’ve ever heard in my life.
I’m Solo, I’m Han Solo, I’m Han Solo, I’m Han Solo.
Fuck, I wish I was Harrison Ford. I’d take a thousand helicopter crashes over running from the cops any day.