Feb 9, 2010
Day 5 Part 1
12:03 pm
As the days go by, the tone of these wake up calls gradually got more and more stern. The accents on the other end are constantly changing, but the message is the same in any language: GET THE [expletive] OUTTA HERE! Not before Milk came barging in yelling “Hey Zipperheads, good morning,” as he leaps and tackles Danny at the vending machine. Now that’s comradery if I’ve ever seen it. After being a part for a few hours, it was obvious that Milk missed us. Sleeping in the parking lot must have been highly exhilarating, but I equate the smile on Jason’s face to the fact that his precious iPhone survived the blistering cold, even though he neglected the cellular device and bolted from the van the previous night, launching his Apple product into the air until it landed on a bed of sleet, slush and snow to retire for the evening.



























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