28 February 2006

Into the Dugout to Smoke a Moonlight Joint

At the park just now three teenagers snuck into the dugout to smoke a moonlight joint when the Hammer and I were at the far end looking for some crack head shit to roll in. The Hammer spotted them in the dark and went over to see if they were shitting in the dugout so she could help them clean it up. As I walked by a few minutes later I said, "Good evening," to the faceless teenagers in the dark.

One of them answered me. "Hey! Like your dog just freaked us out. We didn't see her and then she was just there - this big motherfucking dog. Whew! It's like there was nothing there and then there's this monster dog eh."

I told them, "I think you freaked her out more than she freaked you out."

"No way. Your dog really freaked us out. Does he bite?"

"She only bites teenagers that don't smoke good pot."

"Alright!"

They did not put their joint out or anything as I swung by them. I like the youth of today - they do not give a fuck.

1 comment:

Spin said...

"The Hammer and I were at the far end looking for some crack head shit to roll in."

Nice!