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How To Waste Eight Hours in Staccatto

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The date was April 15. The day was half. The bell had just rung. I had forgotten my history notes at my house, and needed to get them in lest my grade be ruined.

Pulled up in front of my house at about 11:37 car clock time, 12:37 actual time. Walked resignedly to the door. Realized I did not have my key. Scanned nieghbor's houses. Home they were not. Off at working fucking their interns, or, if they were interns, being fucked by their higher-ups.

Tried various break-free methods of breaking into my house. Unsuccessful.

Went to get lunch at Chipotle and ignore problem for the time being. Pulled into parking lot, saw Pablo, talking on phone, too cool for words. But then he said "pop the trunk". I got his umbrella back to him that was in the trunk, and in exchange he told me about tax day deal. Excellent. Free burrito. Went to school, to turn in what notes were in my backpack with a note saying I would turn in the others the next day.

Ran into feeney anyway. He said not to worry.

Fuck, could have known that earlier. Had to piss. Back to Chipotle. Mise well grab another burrito. More on weekend. Cool. Drove around for awhile. Drove barefoot. Comfortable.

Need to buy something. CDs at CD exchange? 15 for a dollar. Took awhile to pick, because my strategy was names that might sound good, but those were hard to find. I figure I get 2, 3 good CDs, 12 frisbees. Went to 7-11 twice, too, in between Chipotles. Cherry slurpees, one with half coke. No cocaine though. I don't touch it. Or perhaps "can't touch it. No Mc Hammer Cd.

Anyway, had to piss. Chipotle again? Ran into Lamberton, Browning, Jay, some other kid. Got the other kid's cup for a drink. They told me of a cookie deal at Subway. I got the cookie. Chocolate chip. Free. No money whatsoever. No purchase necessary. No purchase made.

Get in car, touch bumper with other car while unparking. This usually not happen, but guy actually mad, gets out of car, points to white paint on his bumper. My bumper is black. I point this out. He gets back in car.

Drive to JB's house. Drop people off. Go back to see what's up. Aaron, Kate Simms, Sara Thompson need rides home. I can provide them, nowhere to go. Hit 60 on some residential streets, but not as fast as I can go. Just trying to show the old planet can still accelerate. On way to Aaron's, pick up Noah. Hadn't seen him in awhile. That kid used to be fat.

Drive around awhile more. Frisbee practice is next stop. Start with drills. Insane wind. JRussell yells things at me. I cover him in the game, neither of us scores, but I do drop a pass in the end zone after making a break to get open. Teams switch. I cover Stevo "Randy Moss" The Mongolian, and his mad speed. I am winded. We have running drills. I feel like I got gutshot. JRuss, Witzenberg, me try to chill on sidelines, forced to get up. Damn. I bet 10 dollars one of the goals will be scored against win. Lose. Coach lets me keep money.

Rides home, 7-11 first. JRuss, Lamberton (again, he lost his way to his house or something), Pablo.

Get home.
Brother is still locked out.

We go to get food.

Popeye's

Shrimp basket.

(and this is what happens when you try to provide a lot of content in a little bit of time. I never had a problem providing useless words in a little bit of time, but actually discussing things was more difficult. No time for jokes, random thoughts. Jesus fuckign christ this sucks. Never will do it again.)

Posted by sw at April 16, 2004 08:39 PM