Today was...fun.
I went to work at Dominoes and all that jazz. Tyler (dude I work with) wanted some pot, so I got him to drive me around after work and we found some and got baked and went to Cap'n Sub. Then I hung out with Craig and we pretty much did nothing.
BUT.
That was not all. Right before I was about to hit the sack Alex Matheson came out of left field and asked me to go for a walk. I hadn't seen the guy in almost a year so I was all "hells yeah."
He told me to wait outside so I climbed the big tree in front of my house and waited for him. He arrived and looked around for a minute before I started saying hey to him. I made him figure out where I was before I made myself visual and jumped down. It was a good way to start the night.
We went and got high with his cousin (Matt?) and talked about society and "being normal" and it got me thinking about Holden Caufield. Some people see him as a hero, or as an anti-hero. I just see him more or less as a confused youth who didn't want to conform to societal norms and became extremely frustrated and lashed out. We see from his point of view, we see when he lies in a social situation.
I pose a simple question, does anyone who read Catcher in the Rye really believe Holden was crazy? Does getting admitted into a mental hospital as "insane" really classify you as a hazard to society?
Tangent!
We talked and philosopised (spelling?) a lot. Much discussion was had about spirits. He talked about seeing spheres of light traversing out of people's chest like in Donnie Darko. He thought I figured he was crazy, but I don't think he is.
We got along the shore that faces my house, but we were far down by Victoria Park. We decided to scale along the rocks on the shore until we got to Queen Elizabeth Park so we could go to the playground and get stoned before heading seperate ways for the night (we both live about 2 mintues from the QE park).
Alex found a soccer ball, and I found a badass walking stick that ended up becoming a sword. I decided we were given these for some purpose, and devised that the sword was our tool to deliver the ball somewhere. I decided the best place was the bondfire pit in the woods by the park, and Alex agreed.
The ball symbolized a mission. I figured the future of humanity might as well lay on the line, 'cause that'd give me the perseverence for it to meet its destination. Balancing on the rocks was hard enough in the dark, let alone balancing a ball. Using teamwork we'd get to higher bounds and get the ball tossed up to whoever was in the lead so the other person could climb up and follow. We cut through rich peoples backyards and jumped fences. I was convinced that if the ball fell down to the North Yorke River below us, that I'd have to get down to my shorts and go in after it. Cautiousness was of the utmost importance.
But lo and behold, we got the ball to the pit. We put it in, tossed the sword in as well, and had a smoke to commemorate the experience. We shared the cigarette than butted it out on the ball, and called it a night.
I went to work at Dominoes and all that jazz. Tyler (dude I work with) wanted some pot, so I got him to drive me around after work and we found some and got baked and went to Cap'n Sub. Then I hung out with Craig and we pretty much did nothing.
BUT.
That was not all. Right before I was about to hit the sack Alex Matheson came out of left field and asked me to go for a walk. I hadn't seen the guy in almost a year so I was all "hells yeah."
He told me to wait outside so I climbed the big tree in front of my house and waited for him. He arrived and looked around for a minute before I started saying hey to him. I made him figure out where I was before I made myself visual and jumped down. It was a good way to start the night.
We went and got high with his cousin (Matt?) and talked about society and "being normal" and it got me thinking about Holden Caufield. Some people see him as a hero, or as an anti-hero. I just see him more or less as a confused youth who didn't want to conform to societal norms and became extremely frustrated and lashed out. We see from his point of view, we see when he lies in a social situation.
I pose a simple question, does anyone who read Catcher in the Rye really believe Holden was crazy? Does getting admitted into a mental hospital as "insane" really classify you as a hazard to society?
Tangent!
We talked and philosopised (spelling?) a lot. Much discussion was had about spirits. He talked about seeing spheres of light traversing out of people's chest like in Donnie Darko. He thought I figured he was crazy, but I don't think he is.
We got along the shore that faces my house, but we were far down by Victoria Park. We decided to scale along the rocks on the shore until we got to Queen Elizabeth Park so we could go to the playground and get stoned before heading seperate ways for the night (we both live about 2 mintues from the QE park).
Alex found a soccer ball, and I found a badass walking stick that ended up becoming a sword. I decided we were given these for some purpose, and devised that the sword was our tool to deliver the ball somewhere. I decided the best place was the bondfire pit in the woods by the park, and Alex agreed.
The ball symbolized a mission. I figured the future of humanity might as well lay on the line, 'cause that'd give me the perseverence for it to meet its destination. Balancing on the rocks was hard enough in the dark, let alone balancing a ball. Using teamwork we'd get to higher bounds and get the ball tossed up to whoever was in the lead so the other person could climb up and follow. We cut through rich peoples backyards and jumped fences. I was convinced that if the ball fell down to the North Yorke River below us, that I'd have to get down to my shorts and go in after it. Cautiousness was of the utmost importance.
But lo and behold, we got the ball to the pit. We put it in, tossed the sword in as well, and had a smoke to commemorate the experience. We shared the cigarette than butted it out on the ball, and called it a night.
lucy:
Wow, that sounds like something my best friend and I would do.