With all my camping gear, bike, and clothes, but no place to live (my lease had just ended) I moved back to Iowa City with the intent of camping in people's back yards until it was time for my girlfriend to leave for India. At that time I would see her off at O'hare airport then go to live with my friend Bart in Wilmette, Il. Iowa City is a kick-ass town. In the summer there is a ratio of one bar/liquor for every three people, binge drinking is just called regular drinking, and beautiful women...well I'm taken so lets not talk about that. The downside is that at age 22 I am nearly a senior citizen. This, and the fact that I didn't have a lease, was not the reason I left, though. For the last summer I spent in Iowa City the gods decreed that a great flood would hit the eastern Iowa area. I hate water, therefore I escaped the flood and left the city for dead.
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