Summa time
After grajeeatin' with honors I'm fuck fuck fuckin' around in Cape Cod. Weather usually in the 80's for a high. A nice change of pace. My friend with the place here says he can do without the summers there and the winters here. That's what I want to do when I'm old. Have two places in different climates to hop back and forth between so I never have to leave paradise.
This guy has big plans and he wants me to get in on the ground floor. Dunno, maybe it's something I'll do. Probably too much ass kissing, without much return on time for a while. Risks. Gambles. Chance.
Then again I'm thinking about jetting and hanging in Frisco.
This guy's mom is 90. I have to ride in the back seat with her since his wife rides shotgun. Sometimes she farts. There are no windows to roll down back there. During long drives the smell goes from old person, to old person's crotch, to old person's shit. It's really getting fucking old.
We're going on a bit of a road trip tomorrow. Will she be able to control herself? Well that all DEPENDS.
This guy named Jeff likes to fish on their pond. Today he cracked a joke about going out and shooting cans. Afri-cans, Mexi-cans, and so forth. He especially wants to get rid of all the Africans. My friend knows my psych background and wanted me to diagnose the situation. I said, "it is obvious that as a child you were traumatized by the movie The Planet of the Apes." As usual everyone was appauled by my sense of humor. Then as always they laughed. They laughed the laugh of the frightened, the uncomfortable, and the relieved. The conversation then went on to Charleton Heston, who was of course the lead in those movies. "From my cold dead hands", or some such nonsense.
This guy has big plans and he wants me to get in on the ground floor. Dunno, maybe it's something I'll do. Probably too much ass kissing, without much return on time for a while. Risks. Gambles. Chance.
Then again I'm thinking about jetting and hanging in Frisco.
This guy's mom is 90. I have to ride in the back seat with her since his wife rides shotgun. Sometimes she farts. There are no windows to roll down back there. During long drives the smell goes from old person, to old person's crotch, to old person's shit. It's really getting fucking old.
We're going on a bit of a road trip tomorrow. Will she be able to control herself? Well that all DEPENDS.
This guy named Jeff likes to fish on their pond. Today he cracked a joke about going out and shooting cans. Afri-cans, Mexi-cans, and so forth. He especially wants to get rid of all the Africans. My friend knows my psych background and wanted me to diagnose the situation. I said, "it is obvious that as a child you were traumatized by the movie The Planet of the Apes." As usual everyone was appauled by my sense of humor. Then as always they laughed. They laughed the laugh of the frightened, the uncomfortable, and the relieved. The conversation then went on to Charleton Heston, who was of course the lead in those movies. "From my cold dead hands", or some such nonsense.