I’m not what you would call a “morning person”


So I’m in my usual crappy, hungover, morning mood. Made even crappier by a disturbing dream I had the night before. So I pack up my campsite and head on down the road, when one of the compartments on my backpack breaks. FUCK!! IF ITS NOT ONE THING ITS ANOTHER!! That feeling.

So now I’m looking for a spot where I can sit down and repair my backpack. But every bench I pass is occupied by someone. Finally I spot a vacant spot on this ledge by this little shed. So I sit down there and start working on my backpack.

BUT WOULDN’T YOU JUST KNOW IT?? I’m not there 20 seconds when a workman shows up carrying a can of paint and some boards. He’s going to do some repair work on the shed. So of course I’m in his way and have to get up and move somewhere else.FUCK!!

So I’m just about to start screaming at the top of my lungs and never stop screaming (that feeling) when the workman turns and looks at me with a big friendly smile and says:

“Cool shirt.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“I used to have one of those shirts back in the day,” he said. “I wore it so much, I wore it out.”

“Psychotic Pineapple,” I said.

“Yeah,” he said. “Do you know when they broke up?”

“They might still be together,” I said.

“I gotta’ get me another one of those shirts,” he said.

“I think you can find the guy who did it, John Seabury, on-line. He might have some,” I said.

“Thanks,” he said. “I’ll look him up.”

I gave him a friendly smile and headed on down the road.

It was a nice exchange. And it actually pulled me out of my crappy mood for several whole minutes. Ha ha.

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