Bamatick

While watching the Summer Olympics, the idea came to join the Peace Corps. It took over a year to go from that moment to actually leaving home. There were a ton of Government forms to fill out, the usual nonsense. There were essays to write, medical and dental exams to conduct. I actually had to have my wisdom teeth extracted before I was allowed to go. My ex-father-in-law did it for free, which was nice. But he has REALLY big, meaty hands. It was then that I discovered I do not recover from anesthesia well, and that I do not care for Vicodin. We had to be interviewed. We had to do a bunch of volunteer work with refugees. I actually enjoyed that. I should do a comic or two about that someday.