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dream for a pyromaniac 7-3-'o1: 8:28am last night while walking home from the track: [ pickup comes barreling down the street ] occupant of truck [ yelling at the top of his lungs ]: i can see your shoes reeeeeeeeeeeal well!!! i had no idea we had such genius in this town. i guess that just shows that my three day vacation is much needed. on tonight's agenda...i'm bringing the breakdance record, taco's bringing the assorted *nsync videoage and of course, the punch and pie. parrrr-tay!!! and tomorrow, a opposed to last year [ which was a complete fluke ], i am going up to the traditional family shindig at juniper beach. picture this: hoardes of bucket-o-margaritas, beer, potluck-ish food, and my crazy family. OH...and don't let me forget the five hundred dollars worth of fireworks we buy practically ever year. this wouldn't be such a big deal, except that everyone on the beach meets or beats that figure, so you never know where to turn your head. actually...i take that back. you turn your head wherever the people lighting the fireworks are drunkest. one year, this was at the next-door neighbors' house. the people were smashed and lighting off display shells...they would get loaded wrong or the tube would get knocked over and BAM, they'd explode five feet off the ground. and what would the people do? laugh. beat their clothes to make sure they aren't on fire. another year, somehow, a gigantic piece of driftwood [ like, the mother of all drift wood...i don't see how this sucker drifted anywhere, it must have taken as long as time itself to do so ] got lit on fire. what was done about it? nothing. it was sitting away from the other driftwood so everyone just let it go up in flames. besides...it's so wet over there, no one cares. i think it was actually raining that year. which, for whatever reason, happens often. no, i'm not being sarcastic at all. anyway, this is a pyromaniac's dream, folks. my young eyes have never seen so many things on fire at once. EXCEPT for the recent tri-cities brush fire. sure, it was only 100 acres, but a good amount of the border of that 100 acres was ON FIRE two weeks ago. now badger mountian looks like a poorly articulated marble rye. i love southeast washington. roll on, columbia, roll on. well, i better go. i'm about to set off for a less flammable part of the state. plant-step! ←/ b a c k w a r d / f o r w a r d /→ |
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