2003-09-09 8:53 p.m. Hardly a weekend goes by when we don't drag someone out of the lake. This week it was a wedding party. The bride's veil had become home to a perch's brood so it was a shame to disturb that ecosystem just to haul the bride up on the beach, let her dry out, then find someone to put her into a box and into the ground. The groom had been nibbled on a bit. His best man was blue, ring still in his tux jacket (note: Rented? Talk to sheriff about talking to local rental places, might lead to something.) Other large groups we've pulled out of the lake: a lost flock of Canadian geese (alive), a set of racing huskies (dead), and a chess set (wooden, floating), a troop of boy scouts (dead), a crowd of senior citizens (dead), a baseball team (dead, minus an outfielder). I HATE THAT LAKE AND ALL ITS MULTIPLES OF VICTIMS! WHY CAN'T JUST ONE MOTHERFUCKER DROWN ON HIS OWN SO THAT I CAN GO HOME AT A DECENT HOUR AT NIGHT? Wet bodies are so goddamn heavy. I'm growing lean and muscular from all the exercise and we still don't know which fence these people are hopping, which cliff they're falling off, why none of them knows how to swim. I worry that even when I'm on my pension, I'll be down at the beach with a cane, clacking my false teeth and waiting for the dead to come drifting in. |
1. today is nice 3. happy yesterdays 8. thanks for hosting 4. doing other things |
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