Post by Seer on Jun 6, 2005 10:39:45 GMT -5
Summer 1995
"I'm telling you! I swear, I saw it on National Geographic."
"Dude!" I protested. "Crocs have like teeth and shit! They are specifically evolved for two things. Fucking and kicking ass."
"I don't give a damn. I saw on this show where these zebras came up to drink water with these water-buffalo, and when the crocs attacked the water-buffaloes, they just gave up and went down like bitches. Now the zebras, shit, when the crocs would attack a zebra it would like, kick and hoof and bite at the croc the whole time."
I glanced at him briefly in the rear view mirror and grinned seeing that he was using his hands and teeth to further demonstrate his point from the back seat. I could only steal a glance though, as I was also busy driving with my knee, shifting, and rolling one up.
"Hey, it's true, I watched it too." Paul apathetically chimed in.
"Shut the fuck up, Paul, yer just sayin that cause he's yer brother." I joked.
"Anyway, like i was sayin," Justin started again. "The zebras get away most of the time, so, the crocs tend to go for the water-buffaloes instead. Thats why I say that the truest, bad asserist, most vicious animal on the Serengeti, has got to be the zebra."
Bad asserist. Justin was always making up words to better fit what he was trying to say. I had stopped trying to correct him with proper wordage a few months ago. It was futile. I also did bother correcting him about the zebra thing. It really didn't matter, the smoke was ready.
I lit it up and changed the subject along with the radio station. "So what the fuck are we doing tonight? I mean, we got smoke, we got beer, we still need women."
By women, I of course meant the one girl in particular we each had in mind. Each of our selections was different, each girl was the product of an entire week of planning, investigation, and the various other turnings of social wheels that make high school the unique learning experience it is.
"We are expected to make an appearance out at Caster." Shane piped up from the back. " Then, I say we rally our women plus a few extra and head out to the farm. It will be at least an hour before anyone notices we are gone and comes to find us. That should be plenty of time to ensure the hook-up. By the time everyone starts to show, we will already have our bitches for the night."
"Sounds like a plan." I passed the joint and made the turn toward Caster Creek. The local townie high school hang-out and hide-out. I knew in the back of my mind that this was going to be a good night. I just felt good.
There was a full moon and a Skynard tune cranking out of the radio. I took a drink from my beer and took the hit of paper I had been saving. I did it casually, no one noticed. The guys sorta frowned on the stuff. They were afraid of it.
"We need to pull over before we get there, I gotta piss and get another beer." said Paul.
"Yeah, I need another beer too." Shane again piped from the void behind me.
Oh yeah, this was gonna be a good night. Those words became my mantra. Irony's funny, ain't it kids? I started looking for a place to pull over as we passed the city limits sign.
(cont. later, I'm tired)
"I'm telling you! I swear, I saw it on National Geographic."
"Dude!" I protested. "Crocs have like teeth and shit! They are specifically evolved for two things. Fucking and kicking ass."
"I don't give a damn. I saw on this show where these zebras came up to drink water with these water-buffalo, and when the crocs attacked the water-buffaloes, they just gave up and went down like bitches. Now the zebras, shit, when the crocs would attack a zebra it would like, kick and hoof and bite at the croc the whole time."
I glanced at him briefly in the rear view mirror and grinned seeing that he was using his hands and teeth to further demonstrate his point from the back seat. I could only steal a glance though, as I was also busy driving with my knee, shifting, and rolling one up.
"Hey, it's true, I watched it too." Paul apathetically chimed in.
"Shut the fuck up, Paul, yer just sayin that cause he's yer brother." I joked.
"Anyway, like i was sayin," Justin started again. "The zebras get away most of the time, so, the crocs tend to go for the water-buffaloes instead. Thats why I say that the truest, bad asserist, most vicious animal on the Serengeti, has got to be the zebra."
Bad asserist. Justin was always making up words to better fit what he was trying to say. I had stopped trying to correct him with proper wordage a few months ago. It was futile. I also did bother correcting him about the zebra thing. It really didn't matter, the smoke was ready.
I lit it up and changed the subject along with the radio station. "So what the fuck are we doing tonight? I mean, we got smoke, we got beer, we still need women."
By women, I of course meant the one girl in particular we each had in mind. Each of our selections was different, each girl was the product of an entire week of planning, investigation, and the various other turnings of social wheels that make high school the unique learning experience it is.
"We are expected to make an appearance out at Caster." Shane piped up from the back. " Then, I say we rally our women plus a few extra and head out to the farm. It will be at least an hour before anyone notices we are gone and comes to find us. That should be plenty of time to ensure the hook-up. By the time everyone starts to show, we will already have our bitches for the night."
"Sounds like a plan." I passed the joint and made the turn toward Caster Creek. The local townie high school hang-out and hide-out. I knew in the back of my mind that this was going to be a good night. I just felt good.
There was a full moon and a Skynard tune cranking out of the radio. I took a drink from my beer and took the hit of paper I had been saving. I did it casually, no one noticed. The guys sorta frowned on the stuff. They were afraid of it.
"We need to pull over before we get there, I gotta piss and get another beer." said Paul.
"Yeah, I need another beer too." Shane again piped from the void behind me.
Oh yeah, this was gonna be a good night. Those words became my mantra. Irony's funny, ain't it kids? I started looking for a place to pull over as we passed the city limits sign.
(cont. later, I'm tired)