My New Friend
[ 5 Comments ] Posted on 11.06.04 in friends, funny stories
Last night as I was waiting for Channing and Erin at Pioneer Park in Dunedin to see the Friday Night Film and proceed to Fritzee Freeze with some drama kids I don’t know, I showed up when Erin told me to, but was forced to wait for thirty minutes as a result of their tardiness. Toward the end of my wait, I sat on a bench and was approached by a freakily pasty white man with a backpack. Here’s how our conversation went.
FPWMWAB: What are they doing, showing a movie here tonight?
Me: Yeah, sure are.
FPWMWAB: What movie?
Me: Not sure – I think its some sort of old Martian film.
FPWMWAB: Oh. Is Dunedin a nice place?
Me: Yeah, I live in Clearwater. It’s much quieter here.
FPWMWAB: Yeah, downtown Clearwater past 8 is crazy.
Me: Yeah.
Awkward silence ensues…
FPWMWAB: Do you know when the last bus out of here is?
Me: No, sure don’t, sorry.
FPWMWAB: Waiting for someone?
Me: Yeah, you can never expect women to be on time.
FPWMWAB: Oh, well if you’re still together by Christmas, you should get her a watch.
Me: …No, it’s not just one girl.
FPWMWAB: Oh, so you’re a ladies man!
Me: That’s what they tell me…
FPWMWAB: Here, then maybe they’ll appreciate this.
FPWMWAB hands me a pamphlet consisting of his selected love poetry and passages from 1 Peter and Proverbs. I thumb through it, feigning interest.
Me: Oh, maybe they will. Thanks. The font is too small and it’s too dark – I can’t read it.
FPWMWAB: I can read it to you.
Me: No, that’s alright – I’ll save it for later.
Just then I spotted Channing and Erin across the street, and taking my chance to get out of the presence of FPWMWAB, I tried to pull out from the conversation.
Me: Oh, well… there they are. It was nice to meet yo-
FPWMWAB: Can you spare a dollar?
Me: No, sure cant; if I had any money, I wouldn’t be here.
FPWMWAB: Oh, then can I get that pamphlet back? I usually charge a dollar for it.
Me: Sure… Okay, there is my entourage, I have to go.
FPWMWAB: I can read it to them if you’d like.
Me: No.
Then I left the bench, directed the girls quite hastily away in the other direction, and attempted to avoid any and all contact with freakily pasty white man with a backpack for the rest of the evening. I last saw him backpacking across Douglas Avenue, walking into the darkness to do whatever it is that homeless people do.
Something’s fishy
[ 4 Comments ] Posted on 10.30.04 in IB, friends
Today I went to lunch with some folks from my alma mater, John F. Kennedy Middle School. Ying organized it so that we could eat at Chili’s with my eighth grade Spanish teacher, Señora Segovia, and see the kid she left us for half of a year to have. I got to meet her mom, too. Nice folks – they sent pictures, too (though by the time Lucia’s grandmother took them, Kyle G, Caitlin, and Lauren had left).
On another note, I started the IB-required Group 4 Project today with Kyle B, Doug, and Zach. We were initially going to catch fish and put them into containers of varying population densities, but when the fish that we caught were about the same size as the food pellets that we bought, we decided that it would probably be best if we just bought the fish.
We went to the pet store and met the smartest fish man on God’s green earth. He told us what to do and how to get started and then rambled on into a fifteen minute speech about nitrates and nitrogen gas and ammonium and this and that to the point where I just stood there and said, “yeah” and “uh huh” for lack of a better, more educated response. I couldn’t put together my answers to his oration because I was so taken aback from his outrageous knowledge of everything to do with aquatic life. I think if there were an Olympic event in the subject, he would win the gold, silver, and bronze without any sort of contest.
Thank you, fish man. I will never forget you.
Kyle is the straightest guy I know
[ 9 Comments ] Posted on 09.04.04 in friends, hurricanes
Bluddvayne: Casey like a hurricane just blows my heart away
every time he comes around again,
leadin’ me just far enough to hope that he might stay,
then he’s gone just like the wind.
I met him when the world began, or was it last July
down on the Corpus Christi Bay?
He left me in the drivin’ rain, and Casey like a hurricane
just blows my heart away.
Casey like the summer stars that shine on Port Aransas,
with him calypso cowgirl eyes,
when he dances on the sand the stars dance all around him,
you can hear them sizzle in the sky.
I’ve loved him like a baby girl and like a woman too,
I’ve loved him more than words can say.
He leaves me in the drivin’ rain, and Casey like a hurricane
just blows my heart away.
Hurricane Casey blows in and out of my life
like a summer cold and a winter warm.
Hurricane Casey knows just how to turn me
and lead me into the eye of the storm.
Casey like a fast train leavin’ town on Sunday mornin’,
he just leaves you standin’ thime
wonderin’ which way to go to get out of the storm
that is surely gathimin’ somewhime.
I try hard to forget him but I just can’t go to sleep
with him perfume on the pillow whime I lay.
He leaves me in the drivin’ rain, and Casey like a hurricane
just blows my heart away.
He leaves me in the drivin’ rain, and Casey like a hurricane
just blows my heart away.
BathingInEggnog: thanks
Bluddvayne: np