sucessful random archeology
I woke up sick.
At least a ½ ton of sinus pressure.
Pops came by around 2 and barrowed my car for the day.
I called Heath for no reason really.
We decided to go for a hike.
I’ve always hated and avoided the word hike, but I’m always up for a walk.
It’s almost like an understood thing if someone suggests we walk then there must be something to talk about or try and make ourselves feel better about.
It’s almost rude to turn one down.
It’s Nicut…we’re weird like that.
We started off on my trail#3 and went across where the creek should've been. We crossed up the hill, to this weird little shack(Shaq!) and went up the hill.
At the top of the hill, there’s an old foundation for a house. I’m told the house burned down in the early 70’s/late 60’s. All it is, is this concrete foundation and a giant chimney. We built a tiny fire in it and talked about 2006. Someone spray painted a giant red mess all over it then wrote “pork blood”. I’m assuming it means like they murdered a policeman and that’s supposed to be his blood and someone somewhere is supposed to be impressed or amused. I wasn’t impressed or amused, I was on the verge of tears, man. Because 1 of my 2 best friends, Kindergarten-present, is moving to Illinois. I’m happy for him that he’s getting out of here, it’s totally gonna be good for him and hopefully more comfortable in a lot of ways, but I’m totally gonna miss him.
No idea why this happened, but he just happened to pick up a brick and smash into the very edge of the side of this other brick. It sounded hollow, so we both kinda looked at each other like…”Should that sound that hollow like that? I really don’t think it should.” Then we hit it again and broke a giant chunk of brick away. Chunk by chunk, we broke the brick out, totally convinced we were about to discover something valuable and important or at least really really old.
20 minutes later, there it was pulled from the rubble, In like…mint condition.
An empty beer can from God knows when. Probably sometime around the late 50’s. It’s rusted at the top but other than that it’s just as it was when the drunken builder man thought it’d be funny to leave it in a brick.
Weird how we just happen to break a brick that happened to be a one hollow one and have something in it. At first I thought it was a jar and it might have jewelery or money or anything in it, but really that’s not the point.
Oh, and later we found a wild boar’s skull.
Point is, it’s been a weird day.
At least a ½ ton of sinus pressure.
Pops came by around 2 and barrowed my car for the day.
I called Heath for no reason really.
We decided to go for a hike.
I’ve always hated and avoided the word hike, but I’m always up for a walk.
It’s almost like an understood thing if someone suggests we walk then there must be something to talk about or try and make ourselves feel better about.
It’s almost rude to turn one down.
It’s Nicut…we’re weird like that.
We started off on my trail#3 and went across where the creek should've been. We crossed up the hill, to this weird little shack(Shaq!) and went up the hill.
At the top of the hill, there’s an old foundation for a house. I’m told the house burned down in the early 70’s/late 60’s. All it is, is this concrete foundation and a giant chimney. We built a tiny fire in it and talked about 2006. Someone spray painted a giant red mess all over it then wrote “pork blood”. I’m assuming it means like they murdered a policeman and that’s supposed to be his blood and someone somewhere is supposed to be impressed or amused. I wasn’t impressed or amused, I was on the verge of tears, man. Because 1 of my 2 best friends, Kindergarten-present, is moving to Illinois. I’m happy for him that he’s getting out of here, it’s totally gonna be good for him and hopefully more comfortable in a lot of ways, but I’m totally gonna miss him.
No idea why this happened, but he just happened to pick up a brick and smash into the very edge of the side of this other brick. It sounded hollow, so we both kinda looked at each other like…”Should that sound that hollow like that? I really don’t think it should.” Then we hit it again and broke a giant chunk of brick away. Chunk by chunk, we broke the brick out, totally convinced we were about to discover something valuable and important or at least really really old.
20 minutes later, there it was pulled from the rubble, In like…mint condition.
An empty beer can from God knows when. Probably sometime around the late 50’s. It’s rusted at the top but other than that it’s just as it was when the drunken builder man thought it’d be funny to leave it in a brick.
Weird how we just happen to break a brick that happened to be a one hollow one and have something in it. At first I thought it was a jar and it might have jewelery or money or anything in it, but really that’s not the point.
Oh, and later we found a wild boar’s skull.
Point is, it’s been a weird day.