Paul Agostinelli wrote:plus, its footBAG, not footBALL, not footKETBALL, not footKICK SOMEONES ASS!
everyone loves footbag..... dont they?
and if they dont, they should!
~NEL~
I actually called it hacky sack when I was talking to him because I didn't give a fuck about welcoming this wad into our blissful world.
He totally harshed my mellow too.
I had just started sessioning, I was working on ducking clippers and I was totally feelin it.
The location I had was this small level piece of covered cement that was dry and well lit and next to the loading docks of the hospital.
Despite it being February 15th it's plus 2 out and raining lightly. I was so happy to find this spot because it's really close to my house. The reason I was out on my hunt was to find a 24 hour shred spot and I found a few that I can use. There are a few clean dry places to take advantage of in case I ever *need* to shred late at night.
The security guard was such a loser about it all too. He just kept repeating "Not on hospital property" as if it wasn't the same thing he had just said.
Here is a list of things I wish I had done in that situation instead of being polite like always:
- unleashed a hellfire of demons with a deathly screaming growl and scared him then called him a "fucking pussy"
- said "You are such a fucking loser!"
- started shredding and told him to eat shit and then if he got all serious on me then maybe back down or do something cool like.... a backflip into my pants and then run off
oh well, I am sure there will be lots of security guards for me to try out my flipping-off techniques on.
Oh, tonight when I was playing around in the alleys I climbed down this wall by working my way down a series of narrow ledges that were all uneven and it was totally frigging cool.
I peeked over the top of the wall when i was at the top and it was clear that a fall from there would surely mean broken legs, the path was irresistable though. I hopped up onto the wall at one end of it so that I could hoist myself down to the first ledge. I remember thinking partway through lowing myself how crazy what I was doing right there was, I was suspended above 30ish feet of nothing by just my arms. Not only that, one of my hands was only 'gripping' a crumbly old stone window sill. Whee! The climb down wasn't too hard, just a little uncomfortable because of my messed up shoulder and knee.
Yeah speaking of which.
My should is fucked up!
It hurts SO bad to move it in just this one direction. I will give it another day or two before I check in on it.
Also, I don't know if was from kicking myself shredding or what, but the muscle that sticks out at the back and on the inside of my knee is sticking out alot and it's sore.
Maybe it is for the best that I was thwarted tonight.
I did get to see alot of cool alleys however.
it is 3:30 AM, bed time.
zzzzzzZZZZZzzzZzzz
