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Monday, July 31, 2006
Sunday, July 30, 2006
Shot by a pool shark
Today Chris got pulled over while barely driving out of his parking lane because I was sitting in the back of his truck (reading specs and requirements for our next big project). Fortunately they gave us a warning and let us go since we're all from out of state.
It is Bob's 22nd birthday today. So we crossed highway 10 on foot by running and crossing over the concrete median so we could get to the Chuckie Cheese that's across the street. We ate pizza and played games that made our arms really tired and took a picture with Chuckie Cheese himself. It was radical.
We played pool for several hours. It was amazing to see Alan, the resident farmer/pool shark, win 10 games in a row with little effort. We talked until 3:00am about chi energy, cancer, technology, history, and living life.
And fianlly, last night I couldn't sleep because a gang of 8-10 teenagers were outside fighting. The only odd thing about the whole thing was that they were fighting through the art of rapping. So they were basically rap fighting; making up phrases, slangs, and obsceneties on-the-fly.
It is Bob's 22nd birthday today. So we crossed highway 10 on foot by running and crossing over the concrete median so we could get to the Chuckie Cheese that's across the street. We ate pizza and played games that made our arms really tired and took a picture with Chuckie Cheese himself. It was radical.
We played pool for several hours. It was amazing to see Alan, the resident farmer/pool shark, win 10 games in a row with little effort. We talked until 3:00am about chi energy, cancer, technology, history, and living life.
And fianlly, last night I couldn't sleep because a gang of 8-10 teenagers were outside fighting. The only odd thing about the whole thing was that they were fighting through the art of rapping. So they were basically rap fighting; making up phrases, slangs, and obsceneties on-the-fly.
Thursday, July 27, 2006
The Garden State
Every license plate here says the Garden State. This place is definitely greener than where I'm from, and it feels sometimes like the Northwest. For the most part left turns do not exist here. Instead there are these things called "jug handles" which I kinda think is ingenious, yet at the same time totally ridiculous. Pizza's are noticeably bigger per slice and much thinner than what I'm used to. The bagels they serve here at my hotel are the size of baseball gloves, just about. Most locals I've met here are really friendly people. I know I've said that before but I'll continue to repeat myself as long as I continue to believe in it. The weather is pleasant, it rains frequently, and George W. Bush is generally hated. I really like the fact that there aren't a lot of supermarkets. I like it. Supermarket chains on every other corner is an eye-soar. At first there doesn't appear to be many places to eat, but soon enough little eateries seem to popup every where around you. I was told that a carnival-like place on a boardwalk next to the ocean exists within an hour from where I am. It's called Seaside something, or something like that. I've read about such magical places. I think I'll take a visit. The Garden State. What a magical place.
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