Last night, I was sitting around the firepit, tossing back some cold drinks and burning evidence, when I thought, “This really is a good night for a fire.” And as much as I was enjoying myself, I didn’t think the firepit was doing the night’s potential justice. So I started loading gas cans into the back of an old school bus with plans to go downtown and really get a rager going. Loaded, I climbed behind the wheel and gazed dreamily off into the distance. But nothing was in focus, and as my thoughts returned to the bus, I remembered it had been sitting here half-buried in the weeds for almost three decades and wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. Hmmm, maybe some sparklers later instead. I retreated to my tent, kicked Homie - my 3-legged alligator – and flopped on the floor in front of my widescreen aquarium. As my seizure passed, I crawled to the couch, searched successfully through the cushions for my oversized remote, and changed the channel a few times ‘til I found some fish I liked. It’s fun to watch Homie snap at the screen when he hasn’t eaten for a few weeks. My hand slithered over the armrest, and came to rest on the cooler which was, thankfully, where I left it. Without looking, I deftly fumbled with the lid until it opened with a loud ‘crrreeeeaaak’. I reached inside and grabbed a can of… “Ouch,” nope that’s a broken bottle. And that’s a fork. Hmmm, dirty dinner plate? Frustrated, I looked into the cooler, rummaged around, and finally found something cold to drink. Grabbing my cordless drill, I put a hole in the coconut, slid the crazy straw in, and playfully enjoyed the liquid refreshment… Hey! Why is everything getting blurry? What the…? Is that a needle mark in my coconut? “Homie! Why you crazy….”
Posted on: Sun, 09 Jun 2013 16:47:05 +0000
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