the fun weekend.

well, after reading the first post i realized i was in a real foul mood. not so cool. whatever. things are different now, i can feel it. hahahaha, classic denial. If you don't know me then you'd probably think I'm a nut case, not so much, borderline at times. phases, everyone has em, this blog will expose me for what i am, the shape shifting mongrel that is me. But then again, there are those who do know me and think I'm a nutcase.
I hope that i can provide something interesting, we'll see. I'm not that political, so if you want to hear the great eloquence of a political scientist then forget about it, political ramblings are all heresy anyways. here today, gone tomorrow. Much like the social hot topics like global warming, the invasion of Iraq and the death of Anna Nicole. all three can be summed up in on sentence, you ready? bound to happen. And as far as philosophical diatribes about the origin of man and God...you've already made up your mind.

'so , enough about you, lets talk about me'....i love that line. I remember one time, me and 5 friends were driving home form a skateboarding weekend in another town. It was about 6 in the a.m. on a quiet summer Sunday morn. We were gripped in the lethargic euphoria that comes only after a great weekend of doing what one loves to do. But we were headed back to reality, we almost never made it back. On a straight road the driver fell asleep and smashed into a cement abutment near the entrance to a bridge. I was sleeping in the backseat when i was awoken with the sudden smashing sound of sick metal and glass fracturing and bending frames of chipping paint and shattering plastic. The violence of the collision threw me into the back of the seat in front then sideways into the door. We Hit the cement wall and then spun onto the bridge. Once on the bridge i saw that we were still travelling at a great rate of speed, and spinning and i saw that we were going to hit the railing, we did, then i saw blue sky. I thought we had crashed through the railing. If you were to throw a shopping cart off this bridge it would plummet about 150 feet before landing in a shallow river below. In fact, that is exactly what I thought we were doing. Fortunately i was mistaken. The car just sort of jumped up when it hit the railing and continued to spin wildly down the length of the bridge. It spun about 300 feet further down the bridge before coming to a stop in a steamy smokey heap across both lanes. Oil and radiator fluid seeping out in all directions like a jar of strawberry jam dropped from a fridge door. Or blood from a fatal gunshot wound. None of the doors would open, we climbed out the windows and stared in disbelief. The car had once been a source of so much fun and pride. It was a VW Jetta. Black with factory mags and sunroof. A turbocharged car that ran on diesel and had all the top o' the line features. Not bad for a 18 year old kid back in 1990. It was a great car. Now it was destroyed. No one was hurt aside form cuts and bruises. Nobody was wearing a seat belt except the two in the front. And the passenger had just put his on about a minute before the crash. No one else was on the bridge. Lucky them. So we waited for the cops to come get us and we waited more for one of our parents to come get us. We all fell asleep in the back of the truck we rode home in. Like nothing had happened. It was truly like a dream. You are woken up in a panic then eventually fall back asleep. However, even to this day 15 years later, every time I cross that bridge and see the drain basin that the car came to rest near and and spilled it's guts, all i can think is "that sure was a fun weekend".