I Got Too Much Time On My Hands....
Yesterday I went to a place I haven't been in....at least ten years. Well I was there a week before with the same friends that were looking for a boat rental, just to be fair and honest.
...this story is a long one...I carry on and on and on....
So without farther ado...
Was going to meet them there in my own car. They stopped at wal-mart to praise their blue sprawling idol. They stopped and left me to my own devices in boredom for more then five minutes. I'm awake in the middle of the day and have lots of energy.
So I had made some phone calls to a few of my friends. Still more time to waste. I start walking around. The tables are made of cement. Nice solid rounded off ones, well made. I use the bench and the ground. Jumping up and down from both. Ok, that was a waste of time.
Good.
Still more time to waste. Hmmm I am not good at this.
Pick up trash, they take great care of the place, well done landscaping, soild turf grass in most areas. Found a lighter that still works.
Walked around some more.
A tree with peeling bark. Someone has stripped off a large piece. Left it hanging, which you can't do once you start that. Insects find a home at the base of it. Be sad, but break it off. Waste more time.
My friends are here...now to waste no more time.
Talk to them until I hear a angry man’s voice yelling,” Stay away from me!" Oh, why are you following me, old man in a golf cart? "You’re a vandal and I called the cops!" You live a bitter sad life with too few hugs, you mean?
So we wait, he finally takes down info, like their plates. Not mine, I haven't been near my car in half an hour. I didn't think that this was a good time either. We wait.
He calls the cops again, this time with more to say then "some asshole" is hurting my trees and breaking stuff. Oh yeah...
(Skipping convo of a mad ranting man and me actually trying to talk to him. This is strange....I met his brother it must have been on the other side of the river. Revenge of the old men in golf karts?)
"Why are you mad at me again?"
"You tore the bark off the tree!"
"Umm...*thinking* Oh you mean that bark someone had peeled off most of the way and I broke it off?"
"No you tore a five foot piece of bark!"
"I you noticed that and..."
"Yes and why were you jumping on the tables too?!??"
(Oh damn I am evil...I can't jump! Cause well he can't jump and is bitter about that)
Anyway no reasoning with him. He has judged, AND he is in a golf cart following me around. This presses blood hard into his egotistical hell bent rage to destroy "young punks lives".
The police officer shows up finally.
"Hey are you the person that is causing trouble down here?"
Yep that’s me!
Gets out of the car and walks up to me.
"Hi matt."
Oh...I know you. Great, even nicer cop.
Ask for ID and other things. Do I do drugs? Don't need them I am weird enough on my own. Talks to the old man a second. Returns to tell me that isn't what he hears. Translation=this old man thinks your evil walking.
Empty my pockets, he notes the lighter but the lack of anything to light.
"Found it on the parking lot, with the rest of the trash I was trying to throw away."
You are evil, picking UP trash that isn't yours BEFORE you destroy the world.
So anyway that was to say I have been kicked out of a place I haven't been in ten years. I can't be there for six months, then, after all my tears. I will...come back in the dead of winter and peel more bark. Maybe hop on a table too...
...this story is a long one...I carry on and on and on....
So without farther ado...
Was going to meet them there in my own car. They stopped at wal-mart to praise their blue sprawling idol. They stopped and left me to my own devices in boredom for more then five minutes. I'm awake in the middle of the day and have lots of energy.
So I had made some phone calls to a few of my friends. Still more time to waste. I start walking around. The tables are made of cement. Nice solid rounded off ones, well made. I use the bench and the ground. Jumping up and down from both. Ok, that was a waste of time.
Good.
Still more time to waste. Hmmm I am not good at this.
Pick up trash, they take great care of the place, well done landscaping, soild turf grass in most areas. Found a lighter that still works.
Walked around some more.
A tree with peeling bark. Someone has stripped off a large piece. Left it hanging, which you can't do once you start that. Insects find a home at the base of it. Be sad, but break it off. Waste more time.
My friends are here...now to waste no more time.
Talk to them until I hear a angry man’s voice yelling,” Stay away from me!" Oh, why are you following me, old man in a golf cart? "You’re a vandal and I called the cops!" You live a bitter sad life with too few hugs, you mean?
So we wait, he finally takes down info, like their plates. Not mine, I haven't been near my car in half an hour. I didn't think that this was a good time either. We wait.
He calls the cops again, this time with more to say then "some asshole" is hurting my trees and breaking stuff. Oh yeah...
(Skipping convo of a mad ranting man and me actually trying to talk to him. This is strange....I met his brother it must have been on the other side of the river. Revenge of the old men in golf karts?)
"Why are you mad at me again?"
"You tore the bark off the tree!"
"Umm...*thinking* Oh you mean that bark someone had peeled off most of the way and I broke it off?"
"No you tore a five foot piece of bark!"
"I you noticed that and..."
"Yes and why were you jumping on the tables too?!??"
(Oh damn I am evil...I can't jump! Cause well he can't jump and is bitter about that)
Anyway no reasoning with him. He has judged, AND he is in a golf cart following me around. This presses blood hard into his egotistical hell bent rage to destroy "young punks lives".
The police officer shows up finally.
"Hey are you the person that is causing trouble down here?"
Yep that’s me!
Gets out of the car and walks up to me.
"Hi matt."
Oh...I know you. Great, even nicer cop.
Ask for ID and other things. Do I do drugs? Don't need them I am weird enough on my own. Talks to the old man a second. Returns to tell me that isn't what he hears. Translation=this old man thinks your evil walking.
Empty my pockets, he notes the lighter but the lack of anything to light.
"Found it on the parking lot, with the rest of the trash I was trying to throw away."
You are evil, picking UP trash that isn't yours BEFORE you destroy the world.
So anyway that was to say I have been kicked out of a place I haven't been in ten years. I can't be there for six months, then, after all my tears. I will...come back in the dead of winter and peel more bark. Maybe hop on a table too...