This Is The Place

One fine Spring night I was chatting with a friend past midnight outside of my apartment door and she had to go to the bathroom. She could have run all the way to her own apartment down the hall and around the corner, but why do that when there is a perfectly fine piece of land right outside. She thought about it and after very few words of encouragement and after she told me a story about how she went to the father and sons camp-out until she was twelve and would refuse to use the out-house, she relieved herself and she brought new life to that piece of land. I probably should have taken more pictures because she was maybe twenty-five feet from the road, a road that isn't empty at midnight in a college town, but nonetheless this is the place.
























This same girl once told me that one of our friends had gone into labor a month before the baby was actually due. Then the next day after I had prayed for this girl who had supposedly gone into labor she told me that she had lied.

This same girl ran a marathon and as she ran she listened to pod-casts about people suffering just so she wouldn't feel so bad about running. There was also plenty of nipple chaffing that we saw when we went to see her cross the finish line, blood running down mens sweaty shirts just like Andy on that one episode of The Office. Kind of gross, you'd think they would have prepared for something like that.

She also scored a goal from past midfield that helped our intramural team beat the Mexicans. And now she can be satisfied that I have finally written this post.