My girlfriend said to me a few weeks ago: "John, I think you should write a book."
Taken back by the rather bold and out-of-no where statement I asked: "And may I ask where that came from?"
She replied: "I read your blog ... and I think you're a really good writer."
Then it dawned on my how long it's been since my last post. I've done some pretty cool shit since then. Yeah, I went through a rough patch there but John B. Fischer is back and better than ever.
Summer unofficially kicked off when I moved into my townhouse in a historic St. Louis City neighborhood called Lafayette Square. In true Fischer form I threw a party that very night and made a great impression on my new neighbors when I found all my friends' cigarette butts stacked in a pile on my back doorstep. Awesome.
I'm 25 now. I'm closer to 30 than 20, which means my friends and I all have to deal with real world crap. Some of us sooner than later. My best friend came home from work one day to find all his wife's stuff gone from their apartment with a "Dear John" letter on the kitchen table. He received the divorce papers two days later.
So what was originally a gift for getting accepted into the pharmacy residency program my friend turned into a "lets-show-this-guy-how-to-live-again" present: two tickets to Pearl Jam's first concert in St. Louis in six years. That was June 4.
Here a list of other shows I've attended this summer:
1. Tim McGraw with Lady Antebellum
2. Blitzen Trapper
3. Jay Farrar with Colonel Ford Trio
4. Cross Canadian Ragweed
5. The Eagles with The Dixie Chicks
6. Lynyrd Skynyrd (or what's left of them)
7. Tom Petty and The Heartbreakers with Drive By Truckers (tonight).
I'm still working at GroupCast in their market research department. Been dating this girl Katie since February.
We went to her family's lakehouse for July 4 weekend. We went to Chicago for a SNU brother's wedding the following weekend.
Back in June I attended the Midwest Wildfire Training Academy which gave my a much clearer idea of the type of career I want long-term.
Peace, I'm out. I've got a Tom Petty show to go to.