Jus' got done with a chemistry test, gonna type a quick postie...
First things first, you wanted more, YOU GOT MORE!! Look at the lil' sweetie!
https://www.searsphotos.com/?shareid=S203845912l9F52B6M3X4
My favorite's th' sled one. Too bad we didna' get to do the real thing on Sunday, cos' o' my lazy procrastinating self.
So, it is a sad day. At least, Sunday was a sad day. My Armor, my Coate of ARME (coz' it gave up its left one for me), has passed on. Actually, more like, some dude came and ganked it from out the BWT (tha's Big White Truck) along with my BOMC satchel, work clipboard, and Avalon logo mug. My own dumb fault, of course. Having worked so many lonesome and dark Sunday mornings in Cass Corridor, I've kinda let my guard down a little. All of that was sitting on the driver's seat, and I left the door open so I could grab a coupla grocery bags full of bread to put in between the cab seats. I was inside for a maybe a minute, and when I came out, I saw some dude standing pretty close to the van. Freaked me out at first cuz' he was out of sight when I stepped out of the bakery, but he kept walking down the sidewalk, and I didn't think any more of it. I put the order in, and continued to pack up the rest of the sweets orders. By time it was ready to go, I get in the van and start 'er up, and then I notice my satchel is missing. So I freak out, and scour the bakery, eventually calling the owners to let them know it had been ganked (especially since the company Gas card was inside the clipboard). So a major inconvenience, but potentially harmless, since no-one can use the card without the security code. It wasn't til three hours later in Ann Arbor that I realized my coat was missing. I was on the verge of tears the whole rest of the day. That thing carried me through England and Scotland. It was there on every Alternative Spring Break I've been on (even the bloody Florida trip). It was there the day I met Jen, which happens to be the same day it got signed by Vinnie Dombrowski of Sponge on the right shoulder. That thing gave its ARM for me man, because I was dumb enough to try hoisting a car battery up on my shoulder and have it spill acid all down my left side. AND NOW IT'S GONE. If any possession of mine was a horcrux by any stretch of the imagination, it was that coat.
To others, you were a hobo suit.
You prompted many to ask "Sprachen zie Deutsch?!"
You got sidelong glances and many offers to be replaced, and Lord knows people tried.
Many would wonder how such a tattered and worn coat could be considered lucky, but I knew it was because you were there for me for the good times, kept me warm during the cold sleep-in-car times, and protected me from the...acid...times. yeah.
I drink a cold one to you, O Coate of Arme. I pray you will return to me, and that you know that if I see the guy who is wearing you anywhere around the Cass Corridor, that guy is so getting TACKLED. 'Cuz I'd give my arm for you.
Here's to you, and all my other...coates...that done got sent up the river.
slag OFF!
*exeunt n' fleurish*
https://www.searsphotos.com/?shareid=S203845912l9F52B6M3X4
My favorite's th' sled one. Too bad we didna' get to do the real thing on Sunday, cos' o' my lazy procrastinating self.
So, it is a sad day. At least, Sunday was a sad day. My Armor, my Coate of ARME (coz' it gave up its left one for me), has passed on. Actually, more like, some dude came and ganked it from out the BWT (tha's Big White Truck) along with my BOMC satchel, work clipboard, and Avalon logo mug. My own dumb fault, of course. Having worked so many lonesome and dark Sunday mornings in Cass Corridor, I've kinda let my guard down a little. All of that was sitting on the driver's seat, and I left the door open so I could grab a coupla grocery bags full of bread to put in between the cab seats. I was inside for a maybe a minute, and when I came out, I saw some dude standing pretty close to the van. Freaked me out at first cuz' he was out of sight when I stepped out of the bakery, but he kept walking down the sidewalk, and I didn't think any more of it. I put the order in, and continued to pack up the rest of the sweets orders. By time it was ready to go, I get in the van and start 'er up, and then I notice my satchel is missing. So I freak out, and scour the bakery, eventually calling the owners to let them know it had been ganked (especially since the company Gas card was inside the clipboard). So a major inconvenience, but potentially harmless, since no-one can use the card without the security code. It wasn't til three hours later in Ann Arbor that I realized my coat was missing. I was on the verge of tears the whole rest of the day. That thing carried me through England and Scotland. It was there on every Alternative Spring Break I've been on (even the bloody Florida trip). It was there the day I met Jen, which happens to be the same day it got signed by Vinnie Dombrowski of Sponge on the right shoulder. That thing gave its ARM for me man, because I was dumb enough to try hoisting a car battery up on my shoulder and have it spill acid all down my left side. AND NOW IT'S GONE. If any possession of mine was a horcrux by any stretch of the imagination, it was that coat.
To others, you were a hobo suit.
You prompted many to ask "Sprachen zie Deutsch?!"
You got sidelong glances and many offers to be replaced, and Lord knows people tried.
Many would wonder how such a tattered and worn coat could be considered lucky, but I knew it was because you were there for me for the good times, kept me warm during the cold sleep-in-car times, and protected me from the...acid...times. yeah.
I drink a cold one to you, O Coate of Arme. I pray you will return to me, and that you know that if I see the guy who is wearing you anywhere around the Cass Corridor, that guy is so getting TACKLED. 'Cuz I'd give my arm for you.
Here's to you, and all my other...coates...that done got sent up the river.
slag OFF!
*exeunt n' fleurish*