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Today, I walked the Skull Creek Trail to Target, where I then applied for a job. It was kind of a men’s job, but they weren’t allowed to say that. Suffice it to say, it won’t be my job. I underestimated the distance, and walked about nine miles total. I was almost trampled by a gang of hipster bikers. Way to earn your name, Axles of Evil. As much as I complain about things, I forget that I have whole days where I just walk around and take pictures and listen to The Talking Heads, then I realize I’ve got a pretty alright life here.
P.S. - The University of Arkansas Cross Country running grounds are protected from the outside world by a barbed wire fence and a sign facing the Skull Creek bike trail that reads “DANGER PESTICIDES! NO ENTRE”.
