Feb 08, 2006 02:52
A couple years ago the Monmouth County Park System put 6 million bucks into the visitor's center at Thompson Park, their main park in Lincroft. On Monday Rose and I were in our old boss's office talking to him when we started hearing chatter on the radio about a fire there. We went there today to see what kind of damage there was, and more than half of it was burnt to the ground and still smoldering.
40s are my new thing. Cheapasfuck, and malt liquor tastes better than beer.
I lit a fart for the first time last night.
I threw a pack of Black Cats into our campfire the other night and caused a major panic when they exploded and sprayed everyone in coals. Everyone ran off into the woods and screamed, but I just sat there with my legs crossed and let the coals rain on me. Josh agreed it looked pretty cool. But he might have just been humoring me because everyone else was pissed at me. I was laughing too much to care though.
At the fire, my sister got drunk and got into this conversation about religion and politics and how she wants to change the world or some 17 year old hippie shit. I felt really old, cuz I used to get in debates like that all the time but I've kind of let go of my idealism, and I told her she reminded me of myself at that age. All I know is, if green aliens with three fingers came to earth, blacks whites and asians and everyone else would get along because we'd be like, "yo man, I used to hate you because you look different, but now we're pretty much the same compared to these green fuckers." Also, I'm comforted by the knowledge that my life is meaningless in the grand scheme.
Hey man, hey. I wanna have a fight with you.