my friends, welcome to new jersey!
at gloucester county college the official high temperature for march 13, 2006 was 82 degrees.
im pretty sure its a record high. im pretty sure in 1993 and 1996 there were two of the biggest blizzards in state history on this date.
24 hours from the 82 degree mark it will be 45 degrees. close to a 40 degree difference in 24 hours.
then on friday its suppose to snow...
ah well let me bask in todays sample of june.
walked out to my car this morning. opened the door and got in and felt that small tinge of heat over my body. a sign of summer, and it felt so right. i was sporting shorts and t-shirt. tattoos out in the air, the breeze hitting my shins. the sun was out shining brightly. but the sky was not blue.
no the sky was not blue. it was that gray haze that you see at the beach during summer. you'll stare at that haze for ours at the beach, wondering if its hazy or if its a sign of rain. you can never tell until it starts raining. it didnt start raining during the day today, and i was alright with that.
i drove with the window 1/2 down, not to let out all of my millencolin. i play music loud in my car. all the time. at 10 something in the morning, who needs to hear punk music on the street? all those stiffs want is news radio and their sports talk stations. im not a revolutionary, i let them have their way - window half down; tunes all up. theyre voters in 2024. ill need the senior vote. and hell, i listen to WIP allll the time.
well wouldnt you know the shit of it? im in my completely walled and windowless office for the whole day. not to mention the cheap college it is, they have the stats on 63 the whole time to save money on heating. then i get offered to work in the fine arts. hell no i say, hell no i say loud!
come 3o'clock im heading down to the fine arts building.
a blessing in disguise! they had the side doors open. nothing but natural light and a cross breeze that reminds you of summer. most of the time i was sitting where the audience would sit just fucking around. it was great. towards the 4 and 5 pm hours the sunlight was godly. it reminded me of standing on the balcony of my old beach homes looking out to the ocean after the shower around 6 o clock after a long day in the sand and water. it reminded me of summer.
the way the sunlight was against the buildings... just reminds you of looking towards the bay and seeing the sun setting behind the houses and docks against the bay. that sweet sea salt smell with every breath. the excitement of another summer night starting on the street below. skateboarders, bluehairs walking their small dogs, small families waiting in line for a table at the pirate's den. the guy who just won the viper from a giant slot machine at trump plaza showing it off to his surprised/halfway to coronary grandfather sporting the bally's visor.
do i miss summer or do i miss brigantine?
its a perfect island sperated from atlantic city by roughly 300yds of water. while surrounded by the evils that encompass atlantic city, brigantine is this gem. a famous pirate hid on brigantine while being heavily pursued by the british royal navy. they never found his treasure. rumored to be worth $780,000,000.
or do i just miss being able to sit on my porch 40 miles inland and hear the crickets and the hum of everyone's air conditioners? do i just miss watching bugs run into the streetlight time after time, and wonder if they try to fly into the sun during the day?
i guess it just felt nice to get a taste of summer, even for one day.
at gloucester county college the official high temperature for march 13, 2006 was 82 degrees.
im pretty sure its a record high. im pretty sure in 1993 and 1996 there were two of the biggest blizzards in state history on this date.
24 hours from the 82 degree mark it will be 45 degrees. close to a 40 degree difference in 24 hours.
then on friday its suppose to snow...
ah well let me bask in todays sample of june.
walked out to my car this morning. opened the door and got in and felt that small tinge of heat over my body. a sign of summer, and it felt so right. i was sporting shorts and t-shirt. tattoos out in the air, the breeze hitting my shins. the sun was out shining brightly. but the sky was not blue.
no the sky was not blue. it was that gray haze that you see at the beach during summer. you'll stare at that haze for ours at the beach, wondering if its hazy or if its a sign of rain. you can never tell until it starts raining. it didnt start raining during the day today, and i was alright with that.
i drove with the window 1/2 down, not to let out all of my millencolin. i play music loud in my car. all the time. at 10 something in the morning, who needs to hear punk music on the street? all those stiffs want is news radio and their sports talk stations. im not a revolutionary, i let them have their way - window half down; tunes all up. theyre voters in 2024. ill need the senior vote. and hell, i listen to WIP allll the time.
well wouldnt you know the shit of it? im in my completely walled and windowless office for the whole day. not to mention the cheap college it is, they have the stats on 63 the whole time to save money on heating. then i get offered to work in the fine arts. hell no i say, hell no i say loud!
come 3o'clock im heading down to the fine arts building.
a blessing in disguise! they had the side doors open. nothing but natural light and a cross breeze that reminds you of summer. most of the time i was sitting where the audience would sit just fucking around. it was great. towards the 4 and 5 pm hours the sunlight was godly. it reminded me of standing on the balcony of my old beach homes looking out to the ocean after the shower around 6 o clock after a long day in the sand and water. it reminded me of summer.
the way the sunlight was against the buildings... just reminds you of looking towards the bay and seeing the sun setting behind the houses and docks against the bay. that sweet sea salt smell with every breath. the excitement of another summer night starting on the street below. skateboarders, bluehairs walking their small dogs, small families waiting in line for a table at the pirate's den. the guy who just won the viper from a giant slot machine at trump plaza showing it off to his surprised/halfway to coronary grandfather sporting the bally's visor.
do i miss summer or do i miss brigantine?
its a perfect island sperated from atlantic city by roughly 300yds of water. while surrounded by the evils that encompass atlantic city, brigantine is this gem. a famous pirate hid on brigantine while being heavily pursued by the british royal navy. they never found his treasure. rumored to be worth $780,000,000.
or do i just miss being able to sit on my porch 40 miles inland and hear the crickets and the hum of everyone's air conditioners? do i just miss watching bugs run into the streetlight time after time, and wonder if they try to fly into the sun during the day?
i guess it just felt nice to get a taste of summer, even for one day.