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[Feb. 11th, 1991|05:57 am] |
Today is going to be a long day. I have repairs all around town to make, and then I have to join the crew at 8 to work on the new storehouse. I guess they're planning on putting supplies in there. Last night we were talking about how we're running out of supplies and how we should mention sending a team out at the next meeting. I met a few really cool people last night, Molly, Randy, and Alex. It's good to get a chance to talk to people who aren't carpenters or plumbers for a change.
I've got to get going though, more later. |
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[Feb. 9th, 1991|09:58 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | free zone, colorado | ] |
| [ | Current Mood |
| | moody | ] |
| [ | Current Music |
| | something for nothing - rush | ] |
Thought I'd start keeping a journal, and no, I'm not uncomfortable with that. There is always a lot running through my mind, so I think I will write it all down. Kind of a therapeutic thing, I guess.
I used to live on NE 4 Ct, a long time ago. Well, not really that long ago I guess, but it feels like forever ago. I used to work for my dad and just got the business handed down to me. I used to build things: cabinets, shelves, sheds, houses, garages, etcetera. Sometimes we did docks. I remember we were working on a dock at the time, for this guy who lived on the Intracoastal in Ft. Lauderdale. He had a yacht, it must have been as big as the fucking Titanic, named The Floating Princess or something stupid like that. The house mansion was insane, it was the biggest house I'd ever seen, and it must have been worth about 15 mil. Swear it. Well the best part was that the guy was hardly ever in the house. Maybe for a couple weeks a summer he and his family would be there. Yeah. Fucking insane.
Anyway I remember it was me, Mike, and Bill working on it and we were also going to be adding a crane for the guy's jet skii. We were on a break, Mike chainsmoking as usual and Bill cracking open his fifth beer at noon. We were sitting there, just bullshitting, and all of a sudden Bill sees this thing in the water, drops his beer all over the place, and just as Mike is about to start yelling shark, I realize it's a manatee. Which is kind of odd for that time of the year, usually they stay away from our area until about September when it's cooler. But I can remember us laughing our asses off at Mike, because he thought this harmless (big ass) thing was a shark.
Motherfucking Captain Trips got Bill a week before Mom went and it got Mike before my family was even sneezing. Mike had gone to Texas the week before to visit family and didn't get to come back to Deerfield.
I've got to put this down for now. |
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