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It was shit from the get go.
On Saturday, after many hours of bickering, trying to decide what to do on a Saturday, we decided to grab some lunch and head on over to Byxbee Park where they have a three mile walking trail. So I slapped on a layer of sunscreen, grabbed by sandals and out the door we went. We weren't more than a half block from the house when Aaron exclaims.."DID YOU HEAR THAT!?".. Confused, I look at him like a moron. "Huh?" I responded. And then I did hear it.
bump bump...bump bump...bump bump...pppppppsssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Aaron drove over a fucking ninja star. That's the best way to describe this 5-star piece of metal that was now sticking out of my left rear tire. The tire was deflating so fast, that by the time we were able to pull into the gas station, the tire was completely flat. Of course it couldn't be patched, I'd have to buy a brand new tire. Did the Shell station have one? Of course not. So after Paco and Felipe charged us $10 to put on our spare, we headed over to the local Honda dealership to get a new tire. Did they have it? Sure! For $150. We quickly bolted over to Firestone where the man behind the counter was actually friendly and not trying to rip us off. It would take about an hour to get the new tire on, so Aaron and I walked a block and had lunch at Johnny Rockets.
So now it's like 3pm and it's blazing hot, but Aaron still wants to head to the park. I reluctantly agree. We had never been to this park dump before. A three mile loop of dirt and gravel set next to a recycling plant and overlooking a shit reservoir that spewed out toxic foam. It sucked. I tried to make the best of it so I just started walking... and walking... and walking... By the time this ordeal was over, my scalp and forehead was burnt, as well as the tops of my feet despite the numerous layers of sunscreen I piled on. And since I didn't know I'd be walking in dirt, my feet were as black as Shaq's. I was hot.. cranky.. and the smell coming from either end of that place was making me dizzy. I was a mess.
And to top off my shit weekend, it concluded with the torture of having to sit through Terminator 3. What a piece of dogshit. I guess it would have helped if I had seen the first two. Yeah yeah, I know.. I have a habit of seeing sequels first. Dumbass. What made the movie experience even more joyful were the various screaming infants sprinkled throughout the theater. Who the fuck let's the people breed? Why would you take a 6-month old to a 10pm movie? No babysitter? HI? STAY AT HOME! Shit.. I am so fed up with society lately, it's getting to be unhealthy.
So... how was your weekend?
On Saturday, after many hours of bickering, trying to decide what to do on a Saturday, we decided to grab some lunch and head on over to Byxbee Park where they have a three mile walking trail. So I slapped on a layer of sunscreen, grabbed by sandals and out the door we went. We weren't more than a half block from the house when Aaron exclaims.."DID YOU HEAR THAT!?".. Confused, I look at him like a moron. "Huh?" I responded. And then I did hear it.
bump bump...bump bump...bump bump...pppppppsssssshhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Aaron drove over a fucking ninja star. That's the best way to describe this 5-star piece of metal that was now sticking out of my left rear tire. The tire was deflating so fast, that by the time we were able to pull into the gas station, the tire was completely flat. Of course it couldn't be patched, I'd have to buy a brand new tire. Did the Shell station have one? Of course not. So after Paco and Felipe charged us $10 to put on our spare, we headed over to the local Honda dealership to get a new tire. Did they have it? Sure! For $150. We quickly bolted over to Firestone where the man behind the counter was actually friendly and not trying to rip us off. It would take about an hour to get the new tire on, so Aaron and I walked a block and had lunch at Johnny Rockets.
So now it's like 3pm and it's blazing hot, but Aaron still wants to head to the park. I reluctantly agree. We had never been to this park dump before. A three mile loop of dirt and gravel set next to a recycling plant and overlooking a shit reservoir that spewed out toxic foam. It sucked. I tried to make the best of it so I just started walking... and walking... and walking... By the time this ordeal was over, my scalp and forehead was burnt, as well as the tops of my feet despite the numerous layers of sunscreen I piled on. And since I didn't know I'd be walking in dirt, my feet were as black as Shaq's. I was hot.. cranky.. and the smell coming from either end of that place was making me dizzy. I was a mess.
And to top off my shit weekend, it concluded with the torture of having to sit through Terminator 3. What a piece of dogshit. I guess it would have helped if I had seen the first two. Yeah yeah, I know.. I have a habit of seeing sequels first. Dumbass. What made the movie experience even more joyful were the various screaming infants sprinkled throughout the theater. Who the fuck let's the people breed? Why would you take a 6-month old to a 10pm movie? No babysitter? HI? STAY AT HOME! Shit.. I am so fed up with society lately, it's getting to be unhealthy.
So... how was your weekend?