We probably shouldn't Complicate things, right?
I had never really known you, /
but I realized that the one you were before, /
had changed into somebody for whom /
I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on. /
Still I don't know what I can save you from. -KoC
Well... you said to update.
Anyways, let's bring back the weekend. So as the Brian Nichols case was going down I was talking to a friend and I found out they didn't know what had happened. I explain the current status - two dead and two wounded - and his reply is simply, "Well, cool, one less cop in the world." Ok so I've known him since he was in diapers, and the guy has always been off, but for fsck's sake it might be time to finally accept he doesn't have a grip on the difference between a job and a person's life. It just left me with that oh so rare feeling that I suddenly wished strongly to not know the person I was speaking to anymore.
Next up we have exploring. I ring up Marjan Friday night and ask about the almighty shindig, and the conclusion is everyone is exhausted. Hey though, feel free to come hang out she says. So off I go to Ktown, who am I to turn down hanging out with three awesome people? An hour or so later I arrive with lo mein and a bucketload of movies, and as I walk in the door I hear these foreign words... "We're going exploring." I'm expecting a dark trek through the woods with machetes and bug spray but fifteen minutes later we're all piled into the jeep and heading north on 75 looking for some unsuspecting city to get lost in. As we near Chatsworth I make a disparaging comment on the city relating it to being on the corner of bumfsck and you got a pretty mouth... so of course concensus says we're going to Chatsworth. As the minutes and hours tick on driving up the mountain and back down spirits lift in the cab of the jeep and it turns out to be quite fun. Two stops of note on the trip were at Huddle Houses, each of which we were stared at as though we were a carnival passing through. I guess it was all the teeth that left the patrons wondering, or maybe the sex noises. Something about the people in backwater towns leaves me with a strange taste in my mouth...
but I realized that the one you were before, /
had changed into somebody for whom /
I wouldn't mind to put the kettle on. /
Still I don't know what I can save you from. -KoC
Well... you said to update.
Anyways, let's bring back the weekend. So as the Brian Nichols case was going down I was talking to a friend and I found out they didn't know what had happened. I explain the current status - two dead and two wounded - and his reply is simply, "Well, cool, one less cop in the world." Ok so I've known him since he was in diapers, and the guy has always been off, but for fsck's sake it might be time to finally accept he doesn't have a grip on the difference between a job and a person's life. It just left me with that oh so rare feeling that I suddenly wished strongly to not know the person I was speaking to anymore.
Next up we have exploring. I ring up Marjan Friday night and ask about the almighty shindig, and the conclusion is everyone is exhausted. Hey though, feel free to come hang out she says. So off I go to Ktown, who am I to turn down hanging out with three awesome people? An hour or so later I arrive with lo mein and a bucketload of movies, and as I walk in the door I hear these foreign words... "We're going exploring." I'm expecting a dark trek through the woods with machetes and bug spray but fifteen minutes later we're all piled into the jeep and heading north on 75 looking for some unsuspecting city to get lost in. As we near Chatsworth I make a disparaging comment on the city relating it to being on the corner of bumfsck and you got a pretty mouth... so of course concensus says we're going to Chatsworth. As the minutes and hours tick on driving up the mountain and back down spirits lift in the cab of the jeep and it turns out to be quite fun. Two stops of note on the trip were at Huddle Houses, each of which we were stared at as though we were a carnival passing through. I guess it was all the teeth that left the patrons wondering, or maybe the sex noises. Something about the people in backwater towns leaves me with a strange taste in my mouth...