not as random as one might like to think.

I like the mark my watch leaves  on my face...  when I fall asleep in places I shouldn't.

Summers are really just extended periods of reunions.  No one has anything to do... so you end up seeing and doing things with people you normally are too busy for.
 
Some people, though... they aren't ever, really, busy.  They get kinda elitist when you suddenly come around again.  You know them... the slackers. 
 
I admire the slackers.  This is probably why I am doing my damnedest to assimilate.  And while, if I do say so myself, my front is extraordinary... deep down I just don't have the heart.  I don't have what it takes to do it up right.  Or do it down right.  Depending how you look at it.
 
But I am reminded of this when seeing some of the superstar slackers of my past.  Still slackin.  Keepin it real.  It's refreshing in a way I didn't expect it to be.  I talked to two of my childhood chum neighbor people yesterday.  I've been seeing a lot of the old Muddy B crew.  I want to continue discussing this issue but we should interrupt for an important announcement:
 
My grandmother went back into the hospital today.  She has phenomena again.
 
Cue momentary awkward pause. 
 
On the plus side... this gives me more time to rot in the G'burg area.  Maybe we'll get a glimpse of coffee boy again.  Which reminds me... I still owe you guys part three:  FRIDAY
 
I know.  The suspense must be hard to deal with.  tootles!