Come on, Little Jerry!
Usually when someone goes off to college there's the idea that they'll actually learn something from it. Be it on the educational level, social level, or just something random. The point is: they learn something. Unless they go to a religious college in Canada and drop out after one semester. The person that accomplished this feat? None other than a good friend of mine: Andy Kile. Following in his brother's footsteps, Andy went to a college in Canada, did...nothing, and has now returned home and is making his living (thus far) as a janitor (also like his brother). If this were a depressing movie aimed at teens to get their life in gear, the story would end right now. OH NO!
Oh no indeed. This is right where the story picks up. It's a dismal, cloudy Sunday. Snow should be on the way and I'm sitting on my bed with a stack of damp pants because I tried to become a multi-tasker and wash practically all of my dirtied clothes at once [touche` dryer, you win this round]. That's when ol` Andy Kile snakes into the room. Sure, the meeting was arranged, but the timing is a bit off. Needless to say, I tossed some clothes back in the dryer, took a shower, played some Sega Soccer Slam (the NBA JAM of soccer) with Andy and we hit the road. Our destination? Kid Christ's house.
We pick him up, yadda yadda yadda, we get on our way. Sure enough, I ask him why he gave up so fast (aside from the obvious: he's Andy Kile) and he gave some sort of response. I know that it involved words and a story about a pooping contest of sorts...I wasn't paying attention so much as I was trying to navigate the tracks of a damaged taty CD. Eventually he gets onto the topic that piques both KC's and my interest: He's going into the 'Underground Beta Fish Fighting' ring. Yes, the...well, what I just said. Odds are you don't find this as funny as me and you weren't in the car with us to hear how Andy described it, but regardless...it's fucking hilarious.
Training Beta Fishes to fight each other (of which they would gamble and whatnot). What a great idea. By day he would be a mild-mannered school janitor and at night he would be the ringleader of Underground Beta Fish Fighting. The only problem? Lack of a Beta Fish. Easily solved though. One quick stop at a Petco and 15 minutes later he walks out with what hopefully will be his prizefighter, Little Jerry (for all the Seinfeld fans). The big fight goes down this upcoming Friday. For all of those in the general area of Monticello, MN, I highly suggest you stop by...unless you're a cop.
"But Zach, enough about your college drop-out friend, what happened to you?"
Oh...
Oh no indeed. This is right where the story picks up. It's a dismal, cloudy Sunday. Snow should be on the way and I'm sitting on my bed with a stack of damp pants because I tried to become a multi-tasker and wash practically all of my dirtied clothes at once [touche` dryer, you win this round]. That's when ol` Andy Kile snakes into the room. Sure, the meeting was arranged, but the timing is a bit off. Needless to say, I tossed some clothes back in the dryer, took a shower, played some Sega Soccer Slam (the NBA JAM of soccer) with Andy and we hit the road. Our destination? Kid Christ's house.
We pick him up, yadda yadda yadda, we get on our way. Sure enough, I ask him why he gave up so fast (aside from the obvious: he's Andy Kile) and he gave some sort of response. I know that it involved words and a story about a pooping contest of sorts...I wasn't paying attention so much as I was trying to navigate the tracks of a damaged taty CD. Eventually he gets onto the topic that piques both KC's and my interest: He's going into the 'Underground Beta Fish Fighting' ring. Yes, the...well, what I just said. Odds are you don't find this as funny as me and you weren't in the car with us to hear how Andy described it, but regardless...it's fucking hilarious.
Training Beta Fishes to fight each other (of which they would gamble and whatnot). What a great idea. By day he would be a mild-mannered school janitor and at night he would be the ringleader of Underground Beta Fish Fighting. The only problem? Lack of a Beta Fish. Easily solved though. One quick stop at a Petco and 15 minutes later he walks out with what hopefully will be his prizefighter, Little Jerry (for all the Seinfeld fans). The big fight goes down this upcoming Friday. For all of those in the general area of Monticello, MN, I highly suggest you stop by...unless you're a cop.
"But Zach, enough about your college drop-out friend, what happened to you?"
Oh...