Comments on: A Three Hour Tour / I’ve Been Slimed http://queerandloathing.com/2008/12/29/a-three-hour-tour-ive-been-slimed/ Just a nut, trying to get a squirrel. Sat, 14 Aug 2010 18:08:50 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.0.1 By: Regulus http://queerandloathing.com/2008/12/29/a-three-hour-tour-ive-been-slimed/comment-page-1/#comment-1426 Regulus Tue, 30 Dec 2008 16:06:04 +0000 http://queerandloathing.com/?p=1391#comment-1426 I had a friend -- now a former friend -- who worked in that building. It houses, among other things, the Treasury Department's anti-money laundering agency. This person was a friend with whom I drove across country from Seattle back to D.C. in May 1999. It was always a rocky friendship, though. Finally, on a cool, cloudy, breezy day in April 2003, on a planned day trip to Charlottesville, we had an argument and he dumped me out of the car just west of the Manassas battlefield -- 17 miles or so from the Vienna Metro and 30+ miles from D.C. A friend eventually rescued me. Needless to say, that ended the friendship with him. It was weird sitting at the edge of that Civil War battlefield on that breezy, cloudy, cool April spring day with the flowers quivering, thinking of what happened there 140 years earlier, wondering if the ghosts of any dead soldiers were still lingering about. <abbr><em>Reguluss last blog entry.. <a href="http://regulus-starnotes.blogspot.com/2008/12/more-doggone-christmas-and-post.html" rel="nofollow">More Doggone Christmas and Post-Christmas Photos</a></abbr></em> I had a friend — now a former friend — who worked in that building. It houses, among other things, the Treasury Department’s anti-money laundering agency.

This person was a friend with whom I drove across country from Seattle back to D.C. in May 1999. It was always a rocky friendship, though.

Finally, on a cool, cloudy, breezy day in April 2003, on a planned day trip to Charlottesville, we had an argument and he dumped me out of the car just west of the Manassas battlefield — 17 miles or so from the Vienna Metro and 30+ miles from D.C.

A friend eventually rescued me. Needless to say, that ended the friendship with him.

It was weird sitting at the edge of that Civil War battlefield on that breezy, cloudy, cool April spring day with the flowers quivering, thinking of what happened there 140 years earlier, wondering if the ghosts of any dead soldiers were still lingering about.

Reguluss last blog entry.. More Doggone Christmas and Post-Christmas Photos

]]>