SEEKING FELLOW ADVENTURERS

Have you ever wanted to go on an adventure? Me too.

I don't care who you are, or what precisely the adventure is. Are you a bank manager, bored with the rote tasks of your daily life? A 84 year-old grandmother dreaming of doing something outlandish and fantastical before your kids send you to the nursing home? A peasant who has spent the last twelve years of your life mastering the most deadly forms of martial arts in order to avenge your parents, who were murdered by a one-eyed Mongolian warlord? Was your great great grand-uncle an American Civil War general from whom you have inherited a map and a series of cryptic clues that may or may not lead to buried gold? I'm in. I don't care if you don't have a TARDIS or a DeLorean, I am willing to go on a timetravelling journey with you, one second at a time. Ever wondered how supremely awkward it must be for two people with palmar hyperhidrosis to hold hands? Me and my perspiring palms are itching for an adventure into the outer realms of uncomfortable self-consciousness with you. Let's do this thing.

I must admit that I lack a rocket buffalo. Take the image above as a mere suggestion of where the whims of our explorations could very well take us. If you wish to go searching through the Rocky Mountains with me in a quest to find a space bison, I would be interested. No, I will not be providing drugs. Unless you find the euphoria of an epic voyage into the unknown to be as narcotic as I do.