Poop Shute

Stephen King's Missouri

I better not post too many more times while I'm here. I'd hate to run out of clever titles.

It's such a great feeling when someone voices a validation of your own feelings, and they do it totally unprovoked. See, I have this MASSIVE zit... trust me, it will connect to the validation thing eventually. Really, it will.

So, this zit is frightening. I mean, I'm glad I am away from the women folk and tucked away in a cold, dark corner of Missouri, because damn. I mean, my face is about ready to subdivide into separate zipcodes. It's on the bridge of my nose, and if I look to the side I can see the sucker. It's big and bulbous and red like rudolph. I mean, damn. Just plain damn. And I know, some of you are thinking I am exaggerating, but no dice. Brian and Nick can back me up on the comments if they happen to read this.

So, I was joking about the the terrifying dimensions of this blemish to Nick's mom, and she said something that filled me all up with warm fuzzies.

Marita: Well, at least you're with family. Nobody here is going to judge or be grossed out.

Family. That is how I have always felt about them. It was just really touching to hear her say it, and so casually. Matter of fact even.

And, no, this touching moment was not at all sullied for me by the fact that it was brought about by a pimple. Not in the slightest.

It's good to be home again, if only for a short while.


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Brian and I spent the last couple hours talking with Chico. I introduced them to one of my favorite beers (Blue Moon) and then we got to talking about various beers we tried. This lead us into favorite drinking stories, which lead us into favorite party stories which lead us into favorite drug stories. I only have a few of those, but Chico has way more than any one person should have.

My favorite of his involved him and his brother and cousin doing acid together. He was just sitting and placidly enjoying watching a tree sway in the wind. "The way it moved, it looked just like Godzilla." Meanwhile his brother and cousin were freaking out and screaming, and clearly having a bit of a rough trip. They were harshing Chico's buzz so he hollered at them.

Chico: Will you guys shut the #$%& up and just go to sleep.

Them: We can't! We'll forget how to breath!