Sunday, February 7, 2010
the best paste is in the middle of the tube
i was in the shower, naked and steaming, at peace with the world, when i heard the screaming.
people-on-fire-style screaming.
i jumped out of the shower, naked and soaking, and ran out to the living room.
screaming, screaming, SCREAMING.
turned off tv, turned off speakers, head shaking, SCREAMING, smoke alarm???
oh ya...the smoke alarm...i did have a hellava good steam going.
someone with binoculars across the water must have seen a hellava show.
all part of the pre-game superbowl preparation.
at which i drank 6 tall boys, and won 40 bucks.
and enjoyed the underdog victory awesomeness.
so now im all hot and bothered.
feeling great and shit.
godda dumb myself down with something.
maybe another smoke-alarm-scream-fest.
nah, that shit scared the shit outta me.
and now, the world arrives.
drinks get topped, cars get stopped, hope no bombs get dropped.
i get to work 10-6 cause richmond will be a coke bottle full of old rusty ketchup.
out of place, and moving at a snails pace.
as usual, weekends fill me up.
so much so, that sleep is the only cure.
so to sleep i must go, right now, after stuffing some water home.
oh me, climbing hills, then rolling down.
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