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Monday, July 07, 2003
happy 6th of july, everyone. i dont really know when to stop celebrating independance day. those Singing Flag roadies had been celebrating since the 2nd. i did my celebrating on...well, the 4th i guess. if by celebrating you mean loafing through a couple hours of T3. let's hope Ahhhnold isnt back anymore after that one. i find it somewhat disettling that robert, shanti and i hung around for over an hour after the movie and engaged in less than 5 minutes of wholesome conversation. hell, we walked all the way from Brendan to the Elks Lodge. my arms havent been the same since before the A's game on thursday. granted the ol' Athletics kicked some arse, but robert, vj, and my arms saw some nice level 7 UV rays that day. im red as squanto. i feel like helping some lowlife pilgrims grow corn. well, shanti , robert and myself finally found our way into Bingo on friday. freeloaded a couple sodas, kicked back and watched as greg and wyatt faced the masses of potato-hungry geriatrics. you havent seen dissapointed rage until you tell a 96 year old with a liscence to kill that theyll only be serving pizza that night. after, i escorted shanti to the main entrance, where her mother picked her up in perhaps the tightest van ive seen in ages. after awhile greg wyatt robert and yours truly found our way to our educational haven, concord high with shauna vj and matt. climbed up some sheds to watch fireworks. of course robert greg wyatt and I cant be satisfied with that measly spot and choose a nicer, illegal location: atop the gym's roof. banged myself up pretty good climbing up a storm drain and while walking around on the roof of the hallways, i dont think ive heard wyatt apologize to the Holy Spirit more times in my life. dude, theyre rent-a-cops. I bet Jesus himself shakes his fist at the fuzz. anywho, it was totally worth it. it looked like the fireworks were exploding on us. granted we were up there with 4 dudes that were so blazed they couldnt see straight, and greg almost got pissed on climbing up. meh,no pain, no gain. and i got enough pain. i scraped my entire forearm when climbing underneath the chainlink fence and got bruises all up my shins and knees. next time someone tells you the jump isnt really as high as it looks...believe me, its still high. i dont think i was ever a jackie chan in another life. chris farley, possibly. well, today i was driving with the father, and we were up in the backroads by Briones (beautiful area...goddamn Moraga yuppies taking over everything). i drove cautiously past a large mass of bikers that had blocked a lane of the road. from a distance i thought "fuck, Hells Angels. quick Dad, put this bag over your head" but as i drove up, they were all Kawasaki rice rockets. holy hell, theyre japs. well, i merrily went on my way until 3 cops passed me going the opposite way. i check the ol' rear view mirror and suddenly this pack of 40 bikes are hauling ass towards my piece-of-shit Camry. go baby go, i slam my foot on the gas and watch the needle hit...45. fuck, double lines, they cant pass. so i drive 15 miles with a mob of bikes so close i can see the faces of the riders in my mirrors. it mustve looked like an obsolete-toyota-escort for a bike run or a 5th sequel to the fast and the furious: mediocre cars gone worse. god, ill be glad when im driving the pickup. and by myself. if i have to say "dad, please dont flip off people when im driving" one more time...the only place theres going to be a chink is in his skull. - "Teddy Grahams, the great-tasting, fun-to-eat snacks come in cute, cuddly, PLAYFUL BEAR SHAPES!" stop the press. who the hell cuddles snack crackers? if i were to start a physical relationship, then i might build emotional attachments, making the bear itself far too sentimental for consumption. now what kind of way is that to do business? criminy.
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