I arrived home tonight and there the neighbor kids are, standing in the grass beating each other with a wicker cane. You know the kind…you saw it used on Michael Fay years ago. Remember the moron who vandalized Sri Lanka and was punished with a wicker beating in public? That kind of wicker cane.
So, I walked upstairs and watched for a while through my blinds as these brain surgeons took turns slapping one another across the torso. Of course I wanted to take my turn but would have probably been taken to jail for battery. It was only a couple minutes that I got to watch until it ended abruptly with one of them lying on the ground gasping for air after a shot to the solar plexes. It was a good and meaty smiting too, I could almost feel it myself and I’m sure it broke the skin…at least I hope so.
There were children present who witnessed this fine example of responsible and friendly play. They will likely remember this for a lifetime and hopefully repeat it, and raise the stakes for other unsuspecting onlookers.
Oh the experiences of youth…and the suffering of stupidity.
I love the blog and I love you man. I will always remember fondly the years we spent in Twin Falls, Idaho on one hazed July afternoon. The sparce times in the sage patch like Injuns ( and yes, that is the prefered nominclature. I looked it up.) we lived using every part of the hide. You are the “original” Mr. Gas. In your face Mr.Gas! 13 more payments and I own the Moto-tard cart out right. You complete me. Not in any gay way. Hetroly yours, Lance