Monday, July 18, 2005
Sorry that i've been absent from this. I know that you have come to count on me to bring some joy to your soul lacking lives but i've started a rewrite on the book i wrote the year before last and it's taking up a big hunk of my time and writing energy. I'm trying to do a thousand words a day on that son of a bitch and between that and watching my seed i don't have any time to spare.
I know, i know it's not fair of me to neglect you and i will do, well i'll try and do a better job of being here.
I remember back to my elementary school days. I went to Harnew: home of the hawks. That's in Oak Lawn Illinois. Nice place. Anyway every wed, if you brought a dollar from home you could buy a hot-dog and a bag of chips. We didn't have a cafeteria so this was a special thing. To have something that your mom didn't make for you.
It was awesome. The teacher would fill out the order slip and give it to one of the kids, some suck ass usually, who would take it to a room at the back of the school where some hot dog lady would fill up your gunney sack with scrumptious franks. We used a bright red laundry bag as i recall.
The smell of these dogs was off the charts. There is no way that i can describe it. Dude, when you'd open up the bag the whole classroom like insantly filled up with the odor of steamed hot dogs. That's how odor-iffic it was. It was heaven. That is something that i'd give a lot to go back and live over again. Hot-Dog Day. Man, it was so great.
I hadn't thought of that in a really long time and have no idea why i did right now. Weird. In a good way.
Hot dogs are the best. We didn't have a lunch program at any of my schools, but in elementary school sometimes the PTO would make sloppy joes or order pizza. You'd bring in money for each slice of pizza the day before, and then on pizza day the teacher would put a sticker on your shirt showing the number of slices that you got. I remember once I ordered 4 slices. I was a pig, and proud of it.
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I know, i know it's not fair of me to neglect you and i will do, well i'll try and do a better job of being here.
I remember back to my elementary school days. I went to Harnew: home of the hawks. That's in Oak Lawn Illinois. Nice place. Anyway every wed, if you brought a dollar from home you could buy a hot-dog and a bag of chips. We didn't have a cafeteria so this was a special thing. To have something that your mom didn't make for you.
It was awesome. The teacher would fill out the order slip and give it to one of the kids, some suck ass usually, who would take it to a room at the back of the school where some hot dog lady would fill up your gunney sack with scrumptious franks. We used a bright red laundry bag as i recall.
The smell of these dogs was off the charts. There is no way that i can describe it. Dude, when you'd open up the bag the whole classroom like insantly filled up with the odor of steamed hot dogs. That's how odor-iffic it was. It was heaven. That is something that i'd give a lot to go back and live over again. Hot-Dog Day. Man, it was so great.
I hadn't thought of that in a really long time and have no idea why i did right now. Weird. In a good way.
Hot dogs are the best. We didn't have a lunch program at any of my schools, but in elementary school sometimes the PTO would make sloppy joes or order pizza. You'd bring in money for each slice of pizza the day before, and then on pizza day the teacher would put a sticker on your shirt showing the number of slices that you got. I remember once I ordered 4 slices. I was a pig, and proud of it.
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