Cuz Ed, How's my lawn?
Quote of the day. "You always know you're alive in the guay, because the second you don't, you're dead."
Highlights of last two days:
1. Hans showed up from Argentina.
2. Went on hardcore barrio run with pollo (almost got schniked 3 times. refer to quote of the day)
3. Grilled killer bife de chorizo on pollos hardcore grill, with the much needed aid of Oso Blanco's light he had installed.
4. Saw Maya, the elephant that stomped on that kid's head until his brains oozed out a while back.
5. Saw the whale eye in the museum (unfortch, it had been ripped off of the brain and put into a separate jar.
6. Saw first stop sign in eight days.
7. Beer is still practically free.
8. Damn, this list will never end, and I need more beer.
CUZ ED, PLEASE GIVE ME A HOUSE REPORT. FOR EXAMPLE, IS IT STILL THERE?
Highlights of last two days:
1. Hans showed up from Argentina.
2. Went on hardcore barrio run with pollo (almost got schniked 3 times. refer to quote of the day)
3. Grilled killer bife de chorizo on pollos hardcore grill, with the much needed aid of Oso Blanco's light he had installed.
4. Saw Maya, the elephant that stomped on that kid's head until his brains oozed out a while back.
5. Saw the whale eye in the museum (unfortch, it had been ripped off of the brain and put into a separate jar.
6. Saw first stop sign in eight days.
7. Beer is still practically free.
8. Damn, this list will never end, and I need more beer.
CUZ ED, PLEASE GIVE ME A HOUSE REPORT. FOR EXAMPLE, IS IT STILL THERE?
posted by Iceman at 4:03 PM
3 Comments:
The house is still there. The plants are still alive. Your lawn is burnt extra crispy. I've decided to implement extreeme watering measures of the drastic sort. Time will only tell the final contrast. John said he had contemplated sprinkling but judging by his lawn he didn't contemplate it long.
Rain blessed us last night. A week at the cabin was wrought with relaxation. I've re-entered planet hollywood with the knowledge that blowing a gasket was but a gh induced fancy, the doc was right...I needed glasses.
Anyway, the girls and I watered and I drank beer and looked at naked chicks whilst smoking some gh in the bunker. I will of course alight back to your domicile in a day or so to apply myself to the task of lawn and weed salvation. That grass is gonna come to Jesus...Amen!
Sounds like things are clippin' in the Guay. Jealousy swarms all over my envious mind. It's a good thing it's blown.
I think some checks came for you, in the mail. ONe from WBL ISD. You have much correspondence from the unemployed insurers...do I open and deal? Nothing from Bremer yet.
Drewsy is a pain in the ass but still alive.
John's on top of that shit.
Gracie forgot to leave money and an address for July to FEdEx the Gracie/Maya pictures to Mexico. Thus the war of bad will will continue in perpetuity unless you provide me with an Elizalde address in MX posthaste. Your decision, I've supplied the money.
Other than, I'm knee deep in it again and looking for relief where none is to be found. We churn, we burn, we turn ourselves around.
Enjoy your state of grace, greet Hans and Pollo, play the odds, and watch out for those dandy elderladies...they gonna get ya!
Cuz ed, thanks for the reply. I figured the lawn would be a gonner. Oh well, it will come back next year. Did the weeds die too at least?
Don't worry about any of the mail, except the Bremer and the credit card, and anything that looks like a bill.
About the photos, tell July to talk to Gracie. I'm staying out of this one, and I suggest you do too for both our sanities.
Besides, the photos are online, and they have internet access.
Hans and Pollo extend their greetings back.
Hans says he will write later and appreciates the books.
Thanks for checking in on things. I think the stuff from the unemployment people are checks, hopefully. I've been dealing with that shit on line. Some of it may just be direct deposit forms, but I don't need to deal with that.
I suppose the j's photos have been developed so she's understandable pissed that she has no where to send them. Tell her that the worst case scenario is that Gracie can send them when she gets back. Mere time delay, and we all know about time.
Hans is diggin the kristnamirti.
Hans and I head to Argentina on Monday, and then to Uruguay by boat, then back to BA, then back to the guay for a final week with Pollo.
Pollo is in great spirits, despite the sitch, and Hans seems at total peace.
All is well in the guay for the time being. We head to the cemetary today to see some partially buried corpses with dogs gnawing on rotten flesh and dudes taking shits in the corners. No worries, I'll take photos. I've taked almost 20 already if you can believe it.
Then on to Jack Jackson's house, some world cup, followed by some no rules bowling, unique to the guay, where dudes can be seen kicking over pins they thought should have fallen down, but didn't. I'll take photos of that too. I may need to buy another camara.
Take care, cuz ed. Keep us posted.
Iceman
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