My brother, his wife, and I went to Mt. Rushmore the other day. It was crowded. I don't care for crowds too much. Last night we met up with some of my brother's Air Force buddies in Deadwood. It wasn't too terrible. I got to see a damn fine thunderstorm while I ate. But I felt uncomfortable the whole night. They were telling flying stories about their tour overseas. I couldn't add a whole helluva lot to the conversation.
The most exciting part of the night was the drive home. It had been raining like pouring piss out of a boot all night. We were cookin' along down the road in my brother's truck when we hit a patch of water and hydroplaned. We spun around two or three times and ended up in a wide ditch. Nobody was hurt and we got out of the ditch easily enough. I gave my brother a big hug when we got home. I would've given his wife a hug but she thinks I'm weird enough already.
We've been putting up walls in the basement the past few days so I haven't put a lot of time or thought into the boston movie. I suck.
The most exciting part of the night was the drive home. It had been raining like pouring piss out of a boot all night. We were cookin' along down the road in my brother's truck when we hit a patch of water and hydroplaned. We spun around two or three times and ended up in a wide ditch. Nobody was hurt and we got out of the ditch easily enough. I gave my brother a big hug when we got home. I would've given his wife a hug but she thinks I'm weird enough already.
We've been putting up walls in the basement the past few days so I haven't put a lot of time or thought into the boston movie. I suck.