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Troy Hitch
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Never thought I would succumb to the populist mainstream mindset and start a blog, but I was watching The Apprentice marathon last night and that?s all any of the apprentii(?) was talking about. Plus, I don't know how I'll ever be able to explain what's happened to me to anyone I know in person without being declared insane. Considering that most blogs get as much traffic as a remote mountain manifesto-writer's shack, this should be the perfect place for me to explore the psychological impact of the supernatural voodoo conundrum I've found myself in. And, also, to post my reviews of The Apprentice.
Last night at the club, I was about 30 minutes into my übermix (somewhere inbetween Mother Nature's Son and a sick version of Rocky Mountain High—don't scoff, John Denver makes for some nasty drum and bass antics) when something rather strange happened. Now, for those of you who frequent The Ozone Layer, you know that "strange" is a weekly special, but this was something definitely off of the menu. Someone gave me an eco-friendly glo-stick (do NOT ask me what's inside those things) and when I snapped it open, all heck broke loose. There was a flash of light, some swirliness (that's the best I can come up with, sorry:) and then materializing in front of me was a giant, floating translucent polar bear. No, I had not ingested the glo-stick innards, this was really happening. The bear spoke to me?admonished me for not recycling my recycling can the week before (it's a long story) and then disappeared as quickly as he came. B'doink.
I'm not sure what I saw, and I'm not sure which was weirder: a talking polar bear or his ridiculous admonishment of my near-perfect green living. I need to show him just how planet-friendly I am. I wonder what the "Donald" would do.
