This is a long one so bear with me...
Ladies and Gentleman, Boys and Girls,
Family, Friends, Acquaintances,
Readers,
You,
First (and dare I say foremost), I'd like to thank everyone who supported my Jurassic Park status updates on Facebook. The venture was unbelievably well-received in the community. It was a long and very wild ride and please give yourself a round of applause if you joined me on it. To be honest, I didn't, and still don't, want to stop. I would have gone on forever quoting the greatest movie ever made, without repeating a single line, until there was only the's and a's left to post.
Quoting Jurassic Park for all of you was one of the most meaningful experiences of my life. It gave me purpose everyday, to reaching into the vast cookie jar that is my brain, and pluck out a nugget of JP gold, it could have been my life's ambition had it not been for my pursuits in other, lesser, disciplines (literature, pffft). But unfortunately,
And if you were paying attention, I just said quoting the movie Jurassic Park is a discipline in and of itself. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise... I mean, did they do it? No. I did. So how the fuck would they know? It is an art to be crafted and perfected.
Special shout out goes to Jeremy James Roman, one of my favorite friend who I bump into maybe biannually.
Okay, next order of business, lets get down to brass tax here:
I am moving to Granada, Spain in 10 days to be with a woman named Alicia Patricia Lopez Canas.
A woman who's name I can barely pronounce, so Alice Lopez for short. For those of you who do not know the story, we met in Nice, France, fell terribly in love with her on a train ride to Marseilles, and when I returned Stateside I worked for 5 months straight for a plane ticket. Now I am on my way back to her. November 14th I fly. There is much much much more to the story, but nothing further will be aired over the blogger forum (though I did just finish the first draft and just started the second draft of a memoir, the story between Alice and I being about 50% of it. Who knows if anything will ever become of it one day, to be honest, I wouldn't mind it was destined to be just for me. This is also partly the reason for my most recent elation, my writing is going great.).
There is a whole gamut of emotions about this move. I could not be more excited to be reunited with Alice and explore the seemingly limitless possibility between her and I. I am struck by the wonder of all our coming tomorrows. I am also a bit scared to move to a country where I do not speak the language and will need to find a job as I shall arrive in Spain with a couple shinny coins in my pocket and nothing of value.
But money, in the end, is laughable.
Fear is fairly humorous as well.
I am ecstatic to think of what lay in the future. In fact, I can not remember a time in 26 years of life I have been happier.
When I use to lay down to dream, this is what I saw.
So with 10 days left in America, here is my plan:
I am to leave Philadelphia this weekend, either the 6th or the 7th, and see some family in New York.
Then I am to drive to South Carolina to hang out with and say good-bye to Momatron.
Then I am to fly to New York City on the 11th of November where I will be in Astoria to spend the remainder of my American time with my best friend slash life partner slash confidant slash male soul mate, Matthew McNally.
Now here is the part that will probably concern you. Matt and I want to rage. Matt said something about a going away party, I'm down for anything with the word party in it. Now I know there are a bunch of you in Brooklyn and Long Island and scattered all over the place, but the weekend of the 12th...
...COME TO QUEENS!!!
I would love to see everyone. Old friend. New Friends. Friends I have yet to meet. I would love to see you!
Yes you!
You reading these words right now.
Because chances are if you are reading this right now, I enjoy your company, and maybe you enjoy mine too. I'm willing to wager people who don't like me could give a shitless about what I post in a dumb ass blog. And if you could give a fuck less I'm leaving (and you are still cool), well fucking come anyway, its a party for Christs sake.
So if you are reading this right now, if you have gotten this far into reading this post, well then that's grounds to come down and have a good ol' time with your long lost friend Brent.
If you are interested in joining the festivities, please contact either myself, or the lovely Matt McNally.
I would love to come see each and everyone of you an individual visit before I leave, but to my regret, money and time do not allow such luxuries.
For everyone who I will not be able to see before I leave, I love you, I'll miss you, and this is not forever. I will be back to America one day...
...I could never get too far from Miller Highlife, Marlboro 27s, and Texas Pete Hot Sauce...
...and, of course, you.
But for now:
Adios Muchacho!
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