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stoned and dethroned

ten o'clock this morning: a very large tree, standing 100 yards away from where i was working, decided to fall and block both sides of traffic across a busy street. yes, there was a very hard rain pouring down, but there was no lightning. it just fell; perhaps the weight of the rain wore it down. i don't know anything for sure.

for an hour and a half i watched cars stop in the middle of the pike and turn left into our parking lot. circling about and doing these sort of doughnuts in between the parked cars, pissed off faces firmly attached to their heads. yeah, i'd probably be pissed. i, too, am easily annoyed when driving.

no worries. it was a very slow morning. not much to do in the store. i had the time to stare at them.

in another part of town, my roommates were just waking up . . only to discover that our basement has been flooded by the rain. oh shit. while one went down to clean the mess and help pump out the water, the other just sat and ate his breakfast.
"that basement's a piece of shit."
that's all he had to say about it. he was probably eating oatmeal, at least that's what he's been eating for breakfast for the past six months . . so i think it's safe to assume it was oatmeal again. this is the same guy that took the same sandwich, the same brand of soda, the same crackers, the same fig newtons (apple flavor, of course), and the same mint for lunch in a brown sack everyday for four years. so, yes, it is safe to assume . .

(with my luck though . .he probably had wheaties this morning.. who the fuck knows/cares. . . .[well obvious, leslie, you do because you're writing about it. .. ]) .

bah.

eventually, the handyman came around to help things out. this guy was standing out in the rain and turned to keith (roommate no. 1) and said,
"hey, man. i gotta pretty decent sized joint out in the truck. wanna smoke?"
"uh, no, man. i gotta go to work."
within a few minutes time, mr. handyman was smoking a jay by himself on our porch.

!?! what the fuck !?!

afterwards, he went on to pump more water out from our basement.

well, whatever works, man. whatever works.
i'm guessing that he's been smoking up before a job his entire life.
i admire his work ethic;

but i don't trust it so well.

. . . all those people thinking they drive best when stoned.

where's your reasoning, man?

out the fucking window.

8:25 pm - Wednesday, Jan. 23, 2002

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