Thu, 19 May 2005

calamity, revisited
I sat at the bus stop, too drunk to drive home, and two kids stood next to me looking at the bulldozer across the street, across the lot, leveling land for a new school. The two kids pulled their arms down in the universal “blow your horn!” sign that works best on truckers but occasionally gets a rise out of construction workers, but this cat was all business and didn’t let out even the slightest peep. This offended me, as I’m pretty easy to upset when I’m all drunk, so I marched across the street, across the lot, and demanded that this clown blow his horn for the sake of America’s young people, and he tried to explain to me that the horn didn’t work, that all the equipment scattered across the lot was mostly-broken secondhand junk bought on the cheap from other states, but I coudn’t hear anything and was honestly too fucked up to decipher voice from diesel roar so I marched back to the bus stop and I said don’t you worry, kids, I’ll find something with a functional horn.

And that’s why I stole that dumptruck, officer.
(12:23.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #