I'm 28, about to be married, gainfully employed, and reasonably sane (or not unreasonably neurotic, if that's better). I split time between Anchorage and Eagle River, am learning to enjoy the gym, and hopefully remember how to ride a bike. I'm a slacker poet, but a hopeful one, and I probably think too much about things I can't change and not enough about things I can. You read the blog--you be the judge.
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Crikey! Stabbed by a stingray!
(But I mean, come on, is anybody really THAT surprised that this guy died in some freak accident involving animals most people try to avoid?)
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