Thursday, August 05, 2004

 

More heat

...or, instead of getting wrapped up in all of that, you could just grab your pistol and shoot somebody

Why this? Because, people, this is the place where I grew up...yippie-kie-yie-yay!

--couple of old friends here, I think, who can probably visualize this news story in all its glorious, shimmering details.

Comments:
Now summertime's here babe, need somethin' to keep you cool
Ah, now summertime's here babe, need somethin' to keep you cool
Better look out now though, Dave's got somethin' for you
Tell ya what it is
I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by
Oh my, my, I'm your ice cream man, stop me when I'm passin' by
Better give me all your money or I'll shoot you in the eye

-Diamond Dave
 
@tone--ja, no shite. Did I ever tell you the time they pulled my ass over--okay...I was walking, but they still pulled me over and asked for ID and all this shit...no big deal except get this: I was wearing a tattered old army jacket that had been absolutely spattered to hell with day-glo fabric paint, and on the back, in livid orange and green day-glo, was this huge checkerboard peace sign design that I'd hand painted on it myself--all of which is to say that I was basically visible, and clearly identifiable, from outer space--but get this, the cop who stopped me told me he just wanted to check my ID because 'there've been a lot of burglaries in this area.'

Now, you knowing the place, how much of a dumbass would a criminal have to be to wear a jacket of this description to pull off a burglary job?

Wunnerful, wunnerful place, yass, yass. And yeah, I miss 'em too.
 
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