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It turns out I'm not that bad at softball. Especially when I play against little kids. Today Frank, the boss at RVC Music, organized a little picnic in Eisenhower Park at which we drank a lot, ate a ton, smoked a bunch, and then played a full game of softblah. It was us versus some other people, mostly little kids, one of whom played catcher, the same one of whom I kneed in the nuts by accident when he tried to get me out at home. This kid was less than half my size, I dunno why he thought it'd be a good idea to hog the plate like that. I was in full sprint, and being that I rarely get into sprints, let alone full ones, I forgot how to slow down. Being drunk and stoned didn't help my reaction time any, so I knocked the wind out of him and he almost started crying. Fuck I felt like a horse's patoot. I didn't even fucking see him there, nor did I feel anything as I plowed through him like an animal.
Regardless, I'm a badass softball player, I think. I almost got a grand slam, but it was only a three-run triple, or some shit. Whatever they call it when you hit the ball and the three people on the bases get to go home, but you have to stop on third base. Man, I really walloped it good. My fielding sucks on account of I don't know where to throw the ball and if I do, it rarely goes to where I intend it. Toward the end of the game, I was so hot and sweaty and lazy that I decided not to wear a glove in the outfield. It hurt when I tried to catch it and my right ring finger's a little swollen, but basically everything hurts right now, so whatever. I think it was funny that I had a beer and cigarette in the field, but I was doing that to be funny, and also to get drunk and smoke a cigarette.
I still have not shaved or cut my hair since whenever it was I said I wasn't going to do those things. Maybe three weeks to a month ago? The thing is, it doesn't look all that bad. It feels gross, the beard and my thickass unmanageable mane, so I can't wait until my extreme makeover. I'm considering getting highlights just to up the gay factor like 10 or 12 points. I don't know when that will be though.
It was a solid outdoors day, today was. As opposed to every other day so far this summer, they being indoors days. But I'm fucking poopers, man. I just want to hit the sack. Fuckin' A, man, I might as well go ahead do that right now.
Let's fall asleep to a movie. Let's fall asleep to Lolita.
Regardless, I'm a badass softball player, I think. I almost got a grand slam, but it was only a three-run triple, or some shit. Whatever they call it when you hit the ball and the three people on the bases get to go home, but you have to stop on third base. Man, I really walloped it good. My fielding sucks on account of I don't know where to throw the ball and if I do, it rarely goes to where I intend it. Toward the end of the game, I was so hot and sweaty and lazy that I decided not to wear a glove in the outfield. It hurt when I tried to catch it and my right ring finger's a little swollen, but basically everything hurts right now, so whatever. I think it was funny that I had a beer and cigarette in the field, but I was doing that to be funny, and also to get drunk and smoke a cigarette.
I still have not shaved or cut my hair since whenever it was I said I wasn't going to do those things. Maybe three weeks to a month ago? The thing is, it doesn't look all that bad. It feels gross, the beard and my thickass unmanageable mane, so I can't wait until my extreme makeover. I'm considering getting highlights just to up the gay factor like 10 or 12 points. I don't know when that will be though.
It was a solid outdoors day, today was. As opposed to every other day so far this summer, they being indoors days. But I'm fucking poopers, man. I just want to hit the sack. Fuckin' A, man, I might as well go ahead do that right now.
Let's fall asleep to a movie. Let's fall asleep to Lolita.
