((yeah one day I'll have the energy to have fun again))
((When you want to rp and stuff, but adulthood, life, mental illness, and job sucks the energy outta you.))
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Getting Word: African American Families of Monticello.
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@fuck-off-jefferson: House Hunters Revolution. Montic-HELL-NO.
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alotofchusetts:
Wait- you can turn apples into wine? Isn’t that just… you know… hard cider or whatever?
You haven’t died from them but it sure does effect your health whether you like it or not. Hurts your lungs, hurts your body, ages you faster, I mean we have at least seen one of those effects in action.
You really are a pro at smooth talking ,you know that? Turning a couple of insults into a discussion on apples… either way Empires are the best. Don’t need to give me a batch, apple orchards are common here.
[Taking a stiff drag, he inhales deeply, then exhales a thin stream of smoke. All making sure this doesn’t get near John. But it’s hard to not get a whiff of it all.]
Yeah the difference is you add yeast. It ain’t that hard of a process. [he chuckles] Of course, I mean I always had a way with words; makes me wonder why I even gave up that gig I had before.
Though thank you for the smoking PSA. I’m sure you got unhealthy habits of your own; leave me with my demons mind you.
…. yeah sure. I’m not really into all that stuff. All I need is a good hard cider or a Sam Adams and I’m pleased. No need for that fancy shit.
What gig? Are you talkin about one of your weird super secret “can’t tell you John you’re just not that important” government jobs?
Yeah but my demons don’t cause second hand smoke to innocent people who walk by. Maybe think about someone else other than yourself for once.
[shrugs while looking at his cigarette, as if he’s contemplating something.]
I guess since that ain’t what I do anymore, I can tell you what that ‘oh so secret job’ was. I was workin’ for th--I was an agent, but what I did most of the time was interrogations. Not very entertaining, kinda boring; but I had to put my psychology degree to use somehow.
[Smirking at John,while taking a long drag, he blows a huge cloud of smoke in John’s direction.]
Oh my Goodness seems you’re a bit downwind there, John. No way for me to control that, I’m so sorry.
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Old Point Comfort Light [1803], Fort Monroe National Monument, Hampton, Virginia.
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