pirates of the north riverside
today im back with the early childhood class. three year olds. POW! it rules. theres a little boy named de'andre who is my favorate. i like when little children talk in a calm, adult manner - it always makes them way cuter.
but, the real story here is this: today on the way to work i saw one of the coolest things so far this year. maybe ever. i was driving north on des plains, past the giant, mega giant cemetary that takes up almost all of north riverside. on the sidewalk to the right of the road, right next to the cemetary fence, there was a beat up old blue toyota with its flashers on slowly driving on the sidewalk. well, the grass and the sidewalk, as sidewalks aren't made for automotive travel.
as i drove by i looked into the car, wondering who it was. maybe it was a cemetary curator, looking for something, or a lost member of a funeral procession. no - it was a guy wearing a skull cap, but pulled up off his head, so it was just sort of resting on the top of his big ol' gourd. he was kinda ratty lookin , with an unkept beard and such, but the real treat was this: he had an eye patch, and was smoking a big cigar. due to his actions, my immedeate assumption was that this was in fact a giant blunt. why else would you drive slowly down the sidewalk with your blinkers on? he didnt look worried or anything - he looked like this was something he was very comfortable with, and did all the time.
was this a weed pirate? a vengeful grave robber? that big guy from cypress hill?
it will be shrouded in mystery forever.
but, the real story here is this: today on the way to work i saw one of the coolest things so far this year. maybe ever. i was driving north on des plains, past the giant, mega giant cemetary that takes up almost all of north riverside. on the sidewalk to the right of the road, right next to the cemetary fence, there was a beat up old blue toyota with its flashers on slowly driving on the sidewalk. well, the grass and the sidewalk, as sidewalks aren't made for automotive travel.
as i drove by i looked into the car, wondering who it was. maybe it was a cemetary curator, looking for something, or a lost member of a funeral procession. no - it was a guy wearing a skull cap, but pulled up off his head, so it was just sort of resting on the top of his big ol' gourd. he was kinda ratty lookin , with an unkept beard and such, but the real treat was this: he had an eye patch, and was smoking a big cigar. due to his actions, my immedeate assumption was that this was in fact a giant blunt. why else would you drive slowly down the sidewalk with your blinkers on? he didnt look worried or anything - he looked like this was something he was very comfortable with, and did all the time.
was this a weed pirate? a vengeful grave robber? that big guy from cypress hill?
it will be shrouded in mystery forever.