I was running one morning, and out of the darkness (from somebody’s front porch, I guess) came this:
What the fuck are you doing, dude? Running this time of night. It’s like two o’clock in the morning!
The sun came up about the time I finished my run. I think my young friend follows the philosophy of “avoid hangovers – stay drunk.”
*anyone know who I’m quoting?
Nothing like quoting that great philospher… Homer Simpson.
Doh! I thought that would be harder. You, sir, are clearly an intellectual.
there’s a set of folks in my neighborhood that hang outside in their driveway Saturday nights. Now we’re used to each other, and when they see me go by on Sunday mornings they realize it’s time to put the beer down and go inside.
Wow. I have’t partied like that in quite a while! I always loved seeing the people stumble out of strange dwellings, clutching their clothing, and stumbling half-drunk trying to figure out where they were and where their car was.