Setting out on an unfathomable/unpredictable adventure, Charles and I start our early work day at Lamberts Rainbow Fruit in centerville, only to leave promptly at 6:30 A.M we awake at 6:30 (the time needed to leave in order for us to fulfill our solid well deserved 40 hour work week (pay check more importanly). Eventually making it to work a miraculous 10 minutes late with two coffees in hand, one iced one hot between my fine french hands aside a ciggarette and Mountain Dew Vault clenched Charles, We punch in and start our last 8 hours of the 40 hour week. While the set up goes smooth as wax paper on glass we hit 10 o'clock and an upredicted rush hour of beach hungry, sandwich craving 7 day vacationers swarm the deli like a pack of Bee's ordering Chicken Salads, Tuna Fish, and a myriad of other sandwich combinations strike us like Big Ben at Midnight only 14 hours earlier. Relieving Chuck of his post pbr partisim depression I send him on break while juggling 6 simultanious sandwich orders at once only to realize that soon he will get his pay back, We eventually venture through our most tiresome and aggrovating of days at the deli we finally hit 3 o'clock and leave. The hours between then and now were lost through a confusion of lawn mowing, friend picking up, bbqing and boozing to bring us to where I reside now, outdoors at a fellow female friends residence where we safely reside. Little did we know that after some delicious, hand cooked, tenderly roasted burgers we would paint the town a lovely blood red.
Making our way downtown (in no vanessa carlton kind of way) we hop a fence, almost get into an outdoor bar fight with some not so macho macho men, that didnt understand the joke that their receeding hairlines were coming back...not! unless they had a hair transplant of some sort of propecia alapecia manor would save their ugly five head and Dave Mathews Band esque clothing style would possibly pin them in a fight with three some what city oriented adoloscents looking to get into bars and meet some chicks. I mean honestly it was just three dudes in good moods. Eventually we (teddy and I) loose our faithful friend chuck to Steves Bar where he consumes a Red Bull and Vodka and several Pabsts Drafts while Teddy and I meander over to the playground and find a few new friends from the beautiful south named Jordand and Henley, briefly making plans to head to the beach in the morning, We stumble accrross young Chuck in the bar. I have a swift convo about motorcyles with a man named carlos who I only know through his Harley Davidson T-shirt and the small yet fullfilled knowledge of Motor Cycles I learned from my friends Spike and Tom....
Teddy and I manage to stumble accross to cigarette fiening ladies that we soon knew as Liz and whom ever that other chick was named, we eventually start our journey home once chuck has finished his fine first bar adventure. Stumbling home, tackled, manhandled journey charles repeatly stumples and gropes as we pull onto our safety street of Robinson Dr. Only to realize chuck is still not done yet. In and out of the house chuck comes quickly and unstably back and forth between where he wants to sleep with a girl whose name he still cant get straight after two day of knowing he comes back out for a thrid time where he is talking of coyotes, beers and layne stayely chuck now looks nervously over my shoulder as I finish this poorly written, buzzed up article about our first real night out of the shed...This shit sucks Im fucking beat and tired of Chuck's drunken shit I'm going to bed. He smoked all my cigarettes, drank in the bar, didn't kiss a chick and is now going to bed finally...hopefully...good night...fuck...
Pictures to come.
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