tommydski wrote:Recently I would say Bob Weston by quite a long margin.

Bob is not a boy, he is a man.

It's raining here in NYC, and it is also fireworks time.

Difficult to tell the difference between lightning/thunder and the distant rumble of m-80's and such down by the river.

Drank, listened to Sheer Hellish Miasma, listened to Metal Machine Music, ate brisket, sang w/ my favorite band, set off some fireworks, had some ice cream, etc

Got hit just below the eye with a Roman Candle by the neighbor of a friend of mine. Accidental, but painful.

Oh, and I found out a girl I slept with when I first moved to Georgia got pregnant and had an abortion without telling me...kind of strange. I don't morally object to abortion at all whatsoever, but kind of a weird thing to share with someone you haven't seen in over a year.

We went to my wife's sister's place out of town for a family party, and my two-year-old had a grand time, particularly with the water pistols. No, he wasn't shooting them at anyone, just grabbing them and merrily whacking them into the water refill tub. Of all the kids there, he got the most water on him, entirely by his own hand. Later, watching the fireworks, he told his aunt that he wanted Daddy to see "the rockets." His two-week-old brother seems to have had a pleasant day as well, but that was mostly eating and sleeping.

I was working at the gas station today, and I kept noticing a little plastic bag next to the lighter display in front of the register. it looked like someone had forgotten a sewing kit or something. Just a plastic bag filled with some cotton.

After three hours of looking at this bag and forgetting to move it, I had a free moment and was clearing the counters. I picked it up, and what had once appeared to be a ball of cotton or cloth, or something, turned out to be a folded up paper towel.


gross. I thought it was going to be something weird, like a tooth. I opened the zip top, poked my fingers inside and squeezed the paper towel, and to my surprise, it wasn't very tooth-like at all. it felt like dozens of tiny ball bearings, like on a chain necklace of some sort. Maybe someone folded up a broken necklace!






I slid the paper towel out of the little ziplock baggie and opened it up AND IT WAS CRACK.

AND SOMEONE FORGOT THEIR CRACK AT THE COUNTER OF THE GAS STATION WHERE I WORK AND THERE WERE CRACK MOLECULES ON MY FINGERS AND I WAS TOUCHING CRACK.


I called my friend, Bob and he talked me into doing the right thing, which was just throwing the CRACK THAT SOMEONE LEFT ON THE COUNTER AT A GAS STATION IN A SMALL CRACK BAG WRAPPED IN CRACK PAPER TOWEL away.


because if I had kept it, I totally would have gotten bored at some point and smoked it.


best to not get all skinny this way, and just stick to the kung-fu.

kerble wrote:I was working at the gas station today, and I kept noticing a little plastic bag next to the lighter display in front of the register. it looked like someone had forgotten a sewing kit or something. Just a plastic bag filled with some cotton.

After three hours of looking at this bag and forgetting to move it, I had a free moment and was clearing the counters. I picked it up, and what had once appeared to be a ball of cotton or cloth, or something, turned out to be a folded up paper towel.


gross. I thought it was going to be something weird, like a tooth. I opened the zip top, poked my fingers inside and squeezed the paper towel, and to my surprise, it wasn't very tooth-like at all. it felt like dozens of tiny ball bearings, like on a chain necklace of some sort. Maybe someone folded up a broken necklace!






I slid the paper towel out of the little ziplock baggie and opened it up AND IT WAS CRACK.

AND SOMEONE FORGOT THEIR CRACK AT THE COUNTER OF THE GAS STATION WHERE I WORK AND THERE WERE CRACK MOLECULES ON MY FINGERS AND I WAS TOUCHING CRACK.


I called my friend, Bob and he talked me into doing the right thing, which was just throwing the CRACK THAT SOMEONE LEFT ON THE COUNTER AT A GAS STATION IN A SMALL CRACK BAG WRAPPED IN CRACK PAPER TOWEL away.


because if I had kept it, I totally would have gotten bored at some point and smoked it.


best to not get all skinny this way, and just stick to the kung-fu.

WOAH!!

kerble wrote:I slid the paper towel out of the little ziplock baggie and opened it up AND IT WAS CRACK.

I am gonna do something I have never done.

Ended up on the roof of one of the corncob towers in downtown Chicago tonight, and watched hundreds of fireworks explosions all across the city and out to the western horizon, constant for a couple of hours.

After a while, fireworks smoke started drifting all around the sky like northern lights or, as a friend on the roof said, Laser Floyd.

I had a pretty good day yesterday.

Did some work on my bathroom, it's coming along.

Funny thing though, I can't find my little bag of crack anywhere.