Closed For Repairs
Closed For Repairs
There will be no post today…ok, I guess in actuality, this is a post. We’re under construction. Actually the site is fine. It’s me that needs repairs. I’m currently under a great deal of pain.
OK, I don’t have the flu, so you can shake my hand. You don’t have to if you don’t want to…I don’t see why you wouldn’t. What did I do to you?
What it is…I’m in a lot of pain right now. Either broken rib or rib cage pull. My doctor, who I went to see yesterday…Oh, and that’s another thing…I still feel violated from my yearly prostate probe. Those take a while to get out of your head.
I mean, I hardly know the guy and there he is. Violating my manhood. The first time I cried for days, but I guess you learn to live with it.
Anyway, my doctor seems to feel that I pulled something in my ribcage. I’d like to tell you I did this while at the gym or doing something athletic. If not trying to get away from my doctor when he put on his rubber glove.
Which Way Do I Go?
Which Way Do I Go?
Just got home from a show in Elmira, New York. Out of planes, trains and automobiles, going by car was the fastest and most convenient. So, as I set out on my journey, I looked at my GPS app for the fastest way at the time.
There were three different options, each adding a supposed ten minutes to the trip. I never go by the original estimated time. That’s only a challenge to defeat. You have to look at the best way to avoid weather, trucks, tolls, police, construction and idiots. If you drive as much as I do, you know where any of these give you the most concern. Especially idiots.
If John’s original estimated time is five hours and he plans to go at least ten miles over the speed limit the whole way, when will John arrive?
I would’ve done much better in school with these types of personal word problems.
Strange New Year (Conclusion)
Strange New Year (Part Two)
We had just been thrown out of the party and the snow was coming down heavier than before. We were in a residential neighborhood, on foot and it was ten to midnight. We would be bringing in the New Year outside, covered in snow.
It was too early for us to go home, so we needed a destination. Somebody suggested “Rudy’s,” an old man bar about a mile and a half away. The walk was downhill so we all agreed. We hadn’t gotten very far when we heard the shattering glass. G had dropped what was left of his half gallon of rum.
“Aw…bummer man.”
It was twelve thirty when we finally got out of the snow and into the warm dinge of Rudy’s. There were a few old guys staring at television and an older lady in a dress that greeted us with,
“Who needs a lei?”
Then she put lei’s around each of our necks. Yeah, none of us found it that amusing either.
When your nineteen, you have a tendency to just go with the flow and not think about how it will affect you later. Going to Rudy’s had taken some of us even farther from home. For me, it was about the same. It just wouldn’t be all downhill.
The guys from Island Heights on the other hand, we’re looking at around seven steep, uphill miles.
