johnnyfive

i got a kickbox (for skateboarding) free from some old redneck that used it for a stage for his buddies bands when he threw parties. i had to drive out to the boonies and latch this huge monstrosity to a tiny truck and haul it through a precarious, sinuous, barely-beaten path. then drive it through campus and downtown to get to my place, but alas i did so. and now i have a sick kickbox. i'm sore as a two-dollar-whore on penny night though from all the busts. and now i have to roast coffee for probably ten cold hours.
a funny thing though... i was skating with a friend of mine and we were just shooting the shit about old times and he said that with my new moustasche (sp? i dunno, i'm just growing one to see if i can ) i look like his retarded cousin reggie. and then he told me that he used to get ensure from his retarded older cousin reggie because his grandma took care of him because he was blind, deaf, and mentally retarded and he had to drink ensure, but sometimes they had to much so she'd give the overflow to him and he would give it to me because i thought they tasted good.
eh, funny but weird