Somewhere there is a lone indian crying.
Ho Ho Ho-o-oh shit...crazy night for the Defender of the Hood. Lets rewind back to yesterday.
At the end of work yesterday Jason told Troy, Jay, and myself that he's going to be helping WECA (West End Committee Association) put up lights around their part of town and he asked if any of us would like to help out (I.E. mysery loves company). I told him quote, "Hey, this is your dishwashing liquid, you soak in it." And, naturally, you can figure out what I did today. Section Two of this debate will be : Is Yom nice or extremely ignorant?
Sometime around noon Jason calls up to tell me that we have a green light to do the candle thing even though it is still raining. I say okay and he picks me up. We go over to wherever he had the trailer stored because they needed it to tote all the sand. All of about....a dozen bags. Now, allow me to interject upon my own story here and ask a rhetorical question. If you've got a job such as...say...haul several refridgerators at once, then you call Jason. If you need to haul enough sand to make a decent sand castle, leave him alone. Just-Just don't call. Put the phone down and find something else to do.
Anyway, Its been raining for a few days now and Jason (with his brand new Silverado 2500HD with Diesel power) decides to back her up and take that trailer down to Grey's Church. Well, since, like I said, it had been raining for a while, the ground gives pretty fucking easy to such a nice big manly truck. Unfortunately, Jason, being - well, Jason, decided to get the bigger truck with Diesel over the smaller (and might I add nicer) truck with FOUR WHEEL DRIVE. Yeah, we slap our heads in unison on that one. So, poor Jason has to get towed out by a little old Ford F-150. He'll have trouble living with that one for a while.
So then, we go to Grey's Church and take the sand and place around 6oz worth into small white paper bags. Many, many paper bags. I would not be able to tell you exactly how many we filled, but it was enough to drive you batty. We filled up Jason's trailer three times over with them and they filled another trailer up of the same size with more bags. After we got most of it done Troy and Adriana come by. I should note that I called him to come by before we started. After that, we start dropping down styrafoam plates on the sidewalk every five feet or so and placing these paper bags on them. Elsewhere, people were placing little candles in them and lighting the said candles. Jason kept saying that this stuff was meant to make the town look nice but personally, I think they looked stupid.
At least the whole thing wasn't too bad. At least until it started raining. The small paper bags were unable to keep their shape under the additional weight of rainwater and therefore collapsed on their minute firey cores. This caused several bags to catch on fire. I'd have to say seeing that was perhaps the most enjoyable segment of the night. And then the thunder cracked, at which point I told Jason that I'm afraid I'm about to feel the christmas spirit. All 1.21 gigawatts of it. That was the time we decided to bail and try to forget this fiasco. We decided that if anyone asked what we did tonight, we'd just say, "nothing".
And whatever happened to the paper bags? Fuck those bags. I'm not picking them up after all twe did for these people. They'll just have to sit-er, lean there.
At the end of work yesterday Jason told Troy, Jay, and myself that he's going to be helping WECA (West End Committee Association) put up lights around their part of town and he asked if any of us would like to help out (I.E. mysery loves company). I told him quote, "Hey, this is your dishwashing liquid, you soak in it." And, naturally, you can figure out what I did today. Section Two of this debate will be : Is Yom nice or extremely ignorant?
Sometime around noon Jason calls up to tell me that we have a green light to do the candle thing even though it is still raining. I say okay and he picks me up. We go over to wherever he had the trailer stored because they needed it to tote all the sand. All of about....a dozen bags. Now, allow me to interject upon my own story here and ask a rhetorical question. If you've got a job such as...say...haul several refridgerators at once, then you call Jason. If you need to haul enough sand to make a decent sand castle, leave him alone. Just-Just don't call. Put the phone down and find something else to do.
Anyway, Its been raining for a few days now and Jason (with his brand new Silverado 2500HD with Diesel power) decides to back her up and take that trailer down to Grey's Church. Well, since, like I said, it had been raining for a while, the ground gives pretty fucking easy to such a nice big manly truck. Unfortunately, Jason, being - well, Jason, decided to get the bigger truck with Diesel over the smaller (and might I add nicer) truck with FOUR WHEEL DRIVE. Yeah, we slap our heads in unison on that one. So, poor Jason has to get towed out by a little old Ford F-150. He'll have trouble living with that one for a while.
So then, we go to Grey's Church and take the sand and place around 6oz worth into small white paper bags. Many, many paper bags. I would not be able to tell you exactly how many we filled, but it was enough to drive you batty. We filled up Jason's trailer three times over with them and they filled another trailer up of the same size with more bags. After we got most of it done Troy and Adriana come by. I should note that I called him to come by before we started. After that, we start dropping down styrafoam plates on the sidewalk every five feet or so and placing these paper bags on them. Elsewhere, people were placing little candles in them and lighting the said candles. Jason kept saying that this stuff was meant to make the town look nice but personally, I think they looked stupid.
At least the whole thing wasn't too bad. At least until it started raining. The small paper bags were unable to keep their shape under the additional weight of rainwater and therefore collapsed on their minute firey cores. This caused several bags to catch on fire. I'd have to say seeing that was perhaps the most enjoyable segment of the night. And then the thunder cracked, at which point I told Jason that I'm afraid I'm about to feel the christmas spirit. All 1.21 gigawatts of it. That was the time we decided to bail and try to forget this fiasco. We decided that if anyone asked what we did tonight, we'd just say, "nothing".
And whatever happened to the paper bags? Fuck those bags. I'm not picking them up after all twe did for these people. They'll just have to sit-er, lean there.