So I'm officially a grad student. I'm not the teacher in the classroom anymore and I find myself misunderstanding the assignment two days running. I remember jumping on my own students for being so stupid as to misunderstand an assignment, and I can't wait to jump on them with renewed vigor in the fall.
I go to a party and find a seat next to a keg so I can fill my glass without standing (starting to enjoy my new taste for beer). There are no other seats on the porch and most people are by the fire until it starts to rain. They all crowd onto the porch; because they are standing and I'm in a very low chair, I can't really have a conversation. I continue to drink and enjoy watching this old scene of boys trying to get laid. "I'm happy happy happy happy by myself." Monkey continues to drink silently for a few hours, every once in a while soliciting aid because of his excellent location to thirsty grad students. Later a girl sits on a stump next to him and they exchange a few words for a minute. He focusses on standing without wavering and walking straight as he goes across the lawn to his own room.
I don't get cell service here, but I'll check my messages once a week if I remember. I plan to plan to try to spear head a gathering sometime between Aug 11th and 17th. Location suggestions? Date preferences?
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T he B u c k
"What the fuck?" Elliott asked.
"What do you mean, 'What the fuck?'" James asked.
"I mean, what the fuck is that over there by the side of the road?"
What Elliott was referring to was a muscular, eight-point elk that was grazing on the grass near the shoulder of Highway 9.
"That's a buck," James responded calmly exactly one nanosecond before his 1998 Saturn sedan slammed directly into the side of the 800 lb. animal. The buck flew onto the hood of the car, it's antlers cracking the windshield, and landed lifelessly on top of the patch of grass where it has recently been nibbling its dinner.
Elliott screamed and wrenched the steering wheel of the car violently to the left -- a delayed reaction which could be attributed to the teenager's lackadaisical attitude toward P.E. classes. The sleek automobile careened across the opposite lane of traffic, which was completely empty and fell silently into one of the more scenic waterfalls that tourists can observe in La Cache de Poudre Caynon. Both young men died upon impact, though Elliott's demise was more extravagent, as he was not wearing a seatbelt.
That one's for you Space Monkey, you fucking crazy bastard.
Beauty. What do you think the Buck was thinking?
The buck was thinking:
"All I want to do is get away from the ball and chain for one minute, and what happens? A goddman car runs me over. God damn it! I just left the little doe for one second and a god damn car runs me over. Shit. She is going to be so pissed off when she has to peel my dead ass off the highway and lick my god damn eyes shut with her tongue. Fuck, why didn't I just eat the grass over by the ponderosa pine like she told me. Fuck!"
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