Sunday, June 19, 2011

Father's Day

Happy Father's day to everyone who is a father and is reading this, so happy father's day dad. this only really applies to you.
I do not want to write much now. I has been a long day, or at least an up and down day. Starting out with Zima Junction and Gabriel García Márquez and ending with a 5/6 mile run. Considering i did nine miles yesterday evening (a personal high), these were truly fought out. I am starting a competition, without competitiveness or either party actually aware that it is going on. This is actually what i would call positive reinforcement. You see somebody you admire (like my neighbor) and you see that they are happy. Connect two and two together and you get happiness, right?
So it seems.
I do not want to say much tonight, especially when there is a bottle of water and a book so near by.

Person of the day:
Today i lost a bet to a small black boy named casey, who, after snagging at least five horn-pout (bull heads or Ameiurus nebulosus or Ameiurus spp. by dragging a three hooked hook (also called a treble hook) and piercing their sides (this is likely Illegal).  I bet him a dollar that he could not do it again. While his little cousin Lattrell kicked me in the nose, slapped me in the face with gloves covered in fish slime and performed voodoo on me by pressing my gloves between his pliers, causing me to cry out in mock pain and beg for mercy, Casey, who was likely nine years of age considering how carelessly he waved his hook around, nearly catching me rather than the fish (Lattrell, not to be confused with the Chartell of the possum incident, was probably five) finally caught his fish. ***that was what any professor would call a run-on sentence*** I having lost the bet i turned to a trick played by a dancing group called the Afrobats (rather than Acrobats) I saw in Central Park. Rather than give up my nasty, germy, crumpled old ugly dollar bill, i gave him a choice between two pretty, long-lasting, shiny, and commemorative quaters.
Choosing the dollar with a indignant air that said "you whack cracker", casey commenced up the hill with his uncle who was hardly older than I, with a dollar and a net full of fish 

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