Thirty-Three

Done. Termindao. Finito. My two years of Peace Corps have come to an end. I am currently chasing the sun towards Los Angeles in a large aircraft. I have a feeling the sun will win. It’s been doing this race for billions of years and still seems to have way more energy than a Boeing 757. But there are plenty of other stars in Los Angeles. I’m sure I could beat some of them in a race. I’d beat Oprah in a foot race, hands down. But mostly I’m going to Los Angeles to see about a girl. If I happen to get “discovered” and become the next big thing in Hollywood then so be it. I don’t think any of us will be very surprised.

I have thoroughly enjoyed writing this blog for the past two years. This is the first thing I’ve ever really written except for some coma-inducing college essays. I probably wouldn’t have continued it for two years if it weren't for all the nice comments and encouragement from everybody who has been reading. So thank you for helping me to discover this new hobby. I think I’ll keep going with it for a while if you don’t mind. I mean the title is just Duncan Peabloggy. Nothing about the Peace Corps. I just happened to be there when I was writing it. So now I’m going to Los Angeles and I’ll blog about what’s going on there. It isn’t the third world but it definitely is bizarre.

They’re playing Captain America on the plane, no doubt under strict orders from the United States government to re-indoctrinate me with a healthy dose of war and spandex-clad superheroes. What the government didn’t take into consideration was the fact that two years in the Peace Corps has turned me into too much of a cheapskate to buy those crappy $3 headphones.

Welp, here it goes!