What a Weird One

Today might have been a dream.

It began with good news; we (Drake Cooper) won a major awesome account. And we also kicked some ass in the process. In celebration we ate chicken burritos, well... at least i did. With a full belly of salsa and beans I returned to my desk. After working for awhile we were informed that the power was going to be out for a few hours. Party time. We quickly went into survival mode and knew we needed to drink the beer before it became slightly less cold. Heidy taught us (Cale, Justin, Malia and Cash) how to play Tip Cup. My team lost and I'm pretty sure it was because of a flaw in the table. The power was still dead. Our instincts whispered to us, "go to the Ha' Penny." We listened. While enjoying our beverages (funded by Heidy) we proceeded to argue about the identity of a fellow patron. Heidy insisted it was Pat Benatar. Justin refused to believe it. Malia denied it. I rejected the notion entirely. Turns out, after much debate and free glass of PBR, Heidy confirmed her suspicion. It was Pat Benatar. Then I got a phone call from Paul. He needed my car. I said, "ok, bro... meet me at the Ha' Penny." He showed up shirtless and ready to party (after losing his keys while floating the Boise River, he needed a hero and showed up at the office... without a shirt and only a tiny shred of dignity)

"There is a shirtless man entering the bar," Malia exclaimed. Pat Benatar was indifferent. I gave Paul my keys, finished my beer and we made our way back to the office as a 3 on 3 basketball tournament was just getting underway.

Was it real? Was it a dream? Fucking weird.

Conbo-Calerized: The Desert

true that evil sand dunes can flip over the sky,
but can the northern bearded lizard-flowers fly?
will those bearded-bastard-children of satan die?
dead. those fucking-flower-faced fucks?

as the desert morning slips over the mounds so high,
the cactus-winged scorpion death fights are nigh.
the sun-burned tail of a warrior screams goodbye.
pierced. scorpions are the pussies of the dessert.

there is no doubt the winds of time never cry,
forcing their breath upon old river beds long dry.
raping the freshly-blinded earth in the socket of her eye.
fucked. i never liked coyotes anyway.

Don’t Read if You’re a Wimp

I must admit that I am sick and tired of a-holes who spit out big ol’ loogies right as I walk by. I mean, of all the bodily fluids that one could exude from their body, spitting a small bit of saliva seems like the wimpiest. I just can’t respect a man whose primary expression of intimidation is a small gumball of dribble spewed from a pair of persed lips. I’ll tell you what I can respect though. A real man. A man who decides to perform a proper act of intimidation. A man who is prepared to deliver the ultimate scare tactic by dropping a big stinking duke—a shit-line in the sand if you will—right in my path. A don’t-fuck-with-me announcement— “I am a man, and I offer this beastly crap to you as evidence of my manhood. Do you see? Do you see that which I have produced on the pavement like an official document of my power? Don’t fuck with me, my friend. I am a man.”

Now that I could respect.

I can't turn down a good deal

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