So I spent most of the weekend at the PSP Chicago Open (Paintball Tournament) in Bolingbrook, IL.
It was fun. I got sunburned on my arms and neck on Saturday, but Sunday was something crazy.
A huge swelling of Midwest pride caused a good fight, and a lot of shit talking. Paintball is so stupid, and I love it.
Anyway.
The other day, I saw a father spank his child in public. I was so proud of him.
I was at Home Depot, picking up things for work, when the kid ran from his dad (Kid was probably 2).
The dad gave him the fuckin' 3 count. And the kid didn't listen. So he walked up to him, said "What did I say?" and gave him a swat on the butt.
I smiled. I know when that kid grows up, he's not going to be a spoiled little dick.
And you know why else I'm proud? The father didn't do it because he hated the kid... or wanted to hurt him. How do I know this? Not 10 minutes later... the day was walking around with his son, all smiles and shit... holding his hand, carrying him on his back. I can hope that man is a good father.
That makes me happy, considering that 98% of the youth population of America makes me want to:
a) vomit
b) commit murder
3) not live.
I just watched the second half of Dirty Pretty Things... now I need to see the whole movie.
That is all.
It was fun. I got sunburned on my arms and neck on Saturday, but Sunday was something crazy.
A huge swelling of Midwest pride caused a good fight, and a lot of shit talking. Paintball is so stupid, and I love it.
Anyway.
The other day, I saw a father spank his child in public. I was so proud of him.
I was at Home Depot, picking up things for work, when the kid ran from his dad (Kid was probably 2).
The dad gave him the fuckin' 3 count. And the kid didn't listen. So he walked up to him, said "What did I say?" and gave him a swat on the butt.
I smiled. I know when that kid grows up, he's not going to be a spoiled little dick.
And you know why else I'm proud? The father didn't do it because he hated the kid... or wanted to hurt him. How do I know this? Not 10 minutes later... the day was walking around with his son, all smiles and shit... holding his hand, carrying him on his back. I can hope that man is a good father.
That makes me happy, considering that 98% of the youth population of America makes me want to:
a) vomit
b) commit murder
3) not live.
I just watched the second half of Dirty Pretty Things... now I need to see the whole movie.
That is all.
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affy:
I had a dream with you in it last night. I dreamt We both lived in this small town that was blocked off so no one could leave. You ended up getting married to these twin short girls with near white hair, and I got pissed off about it. I think we dated in the dream but I dont know what happened. It was interesting to say the least.
affy:
Yeah, twins. But they were young, like, illegal young.