the zany moment
by: me
it has been a good series of events. let me explain. you see, i used to play pool in the APA league until quite a short while ago. my old team abandoned me, failing to return phone calls that inquired about joining up for the new season. so it turns out - at my watering hole, el myr, i ran into an old opponent in pool (i won that game for the team in question). he expresses great interest in having me on his pool team. so i agree, and meet up at fox and hounds yesterday. those pretentious bastards changed the pricing on their menu, and charge an amazing $11 for a fish and chips dinner, which is outright ridiculous in a landlocked city.
the point is, the team we were playing against happened to be the team that snubbed me. so therefore, it was inevitable that i was supposed to win and allow some kind of "the gift of the magi" to occur and set me straight in the best possible light. and so it was, when i completely kicked ass against a former 5 rank player and won my two games consecutively and with great magnitude. the feeling of congruency prevailed that night.
i celebrated by visiting the bingo at the gravity pub. under which casual circumstances allowed me to offer up a booth to a set of really nice girls. it was nice to speak to them over a few beers and a nice thrilling game of bingo. as the diaspora of the elementary friends has taken place, i welcome these brief moments where i actually meet new people.
which brings me to the second topic. alma mater has something going for it when you smoke bowls out of a bong convert from a goldschlager bottle, and the vinyl plays strong the funk of yesteryear. random el myr encounters enjoy the possibility of entering that enlightened mode i like to call "destroying all robots". the turth is, good neighbors with similar politics and nomenclature are hard to come by. to meet the opportunity to cultivate a gentle friendship amongst the similar always puts a bounce in my step and a smile on my face.
do i write in the style of 1888? just don't stop believing. we may live in a lonely world, but the planet is small. we take that midnight train going anywhere. my ticket is a hit of acid and a pen.
good night.
by: me
it has been a good series of events. let me explain. you see, i used to play pool in the APA league until quite a short while ago. my old team abandoned me, failing to return phone calls that inquired about joining up for the new season. so it turns out - at my watering hole, el myr, i ran into an old opponent in pool (i won that game for the team in question). he expresses great interest in having me on his pool team. so i agree, and meet up at fox and hounds yesterday. those pretentious bastards changed the pricing on their menu, and charge an amazing $11 for a fish and chips dinner, which is outright ridiculous in a landlocked city.
the point is, the team we were playing against happened to be the team that snubbed me. so therefore, it was inevitable that i was supposed to win and allow some kind of "the gift of the magi" to occur and set me straight in the best possible light. and so it was, when i completely kicked ass against a former 5 rank player and won my two games consecutively and with great magnitude. the feeling of congruency prevailed that night.
i celebrated by visiting the bingo at the gravity pub. under which casual circumstances allowed me to offer up a booth to a set of really nice girls. it was nice to speak to them over a few beers and a nice thrilling game of bingo. as the diaspora of the elementary friends has taken place, i welcome these brief moments where i actually meet new people.
which brings me to the second topic. alma mater has something going for it when you smoke bowls out of a bong convert from a goldschlager bottle, and the vinyl plays strong the funk of yesteryear. random el myr encounters enjoy the possibility of entering that enlightened mode i like to call "destroying all robots". the turth is, good neighbors with similar politics and nomenclature are hard to come by. to meet the opportunity to cultivate a gentle friendship amongst the similar always puts a bounce in my step and a smile on my face.
do i write in the style of 1888? just don't stop believing. we may live in a lonely world, but the planet is small. we take that midnight train going anywhere. my ticket is a hit of acid and a pen.
good night.