Flashback: The best nap I ever had
Last Saturday I had one of the best naps I've ever had. It got me to even think if there was a better nap in my past. I'm not sure which one is better but I have my top two picked out. Can you tell I don't take many naps? I mean I'm not counting when I'm sick. Screw that. These are healthy times during the day when I took to sleeping...
I was in college for the other one. This guy I knew from High school named David. I don't recall his last name. He lived in my monster dorm with me and he was a ROTC navy guy so he kinda stood out in my party oriented campus. We lived in Morrill tower which as I just mentioned was a big fuck off dorm. Big. 20 some odd floors just stuffed with college kids doing all sorts of random things all the time. Oh I could go on... I shan't.
It was a Sunday in the spring and I ran into him in the lobby. He liked to drive. I knew that from high school. At walnut he was really into drawing very right wing political cartoons which I thought was a little odd and I'm afraid his drawings made south park look like a new wave of impressionistic genius on the horizon. They were occasionally funny but mostly they came from a place of Reagan era fear of the Russians. Still he liked to drive.
Now you'd think a guy as a freshman in college who liked to drive would have something cool. A celica? no. A trans-am (is that hyphenated?) no... He had a volvo station wagon his mom gave him.
So in the lobby I said something akin to "hey David" he said he was gonna go drive around did I want to go? Well considering that's exactly what we did in High school sounded like fun. I mean come on you know the conversation: "what do you wanna do?" "I dunno let's drive over to Hyde Park.. OK" at Hyde Park, "OK now what?"... "I dunno how about we go out to kenwood?" and so it went like that again and again here and there. Hey WTF? Gas was cheap. I mean really cheap. Can you remember less than a buck for a whole fuck off gallon?
So I said sure. I didn't realize he meant he wanted to drive to other cities. Still we got some fast food and I looked for women in the passing cars. No avail. I remember something he said that was just so so wrong. I said, "Hey slow down there there were some chicks in that car." he replied "I never slow down for chicks, I might speed up for them..." He didn't get much action from the ladies back then...I'm thinking.
So no ladies... fast food heavy on my gut... I must have gotten a touch bored or I was really fucking tired. He was out on the highway and I woke up in a little town way outside Columbus known as Circleville (no you can't make this shit up) I was a bit startled that our drive had taken us so far. I must have been out for a while. He had let me sleep in the car. I was very well rested and we headed back into columbus. We got some dinner at some other fast food restaurant and then moved on with our lives.
I'm not sure I ever really saw him again... I can remember his cartoons from the Walnut book room and I remember that drive. I don't remember his last name, but I hope he learned to slow down...
I was in college for the other one. This guy I knew from High school named David. I don't recall his last name. He lived in my monster dorm with me and he was a ROTC navy guy so he kinda stood out in my party oriented campus. We lived in Morrill tower which as I just mentioned was a big fuck off dorm. Big. 20 some odd floors just stuffed with college kids doing all sorts of random things all the time. Oh I could go on... I shan't.
It was a Sunday in the spring and I ran into him in the lobby. He liked to drive. I knew that from high school. At walnut he was really into drawing very right wing political cartoons which I thought was a little odd and I'm afraid his drawings made south park look like a new wave of impressionistic genius on the horizon. They were occasionally funny but mostly they came from a place of Reagan era fear of the Russians. Still he liked to drive.
Now you'd think a guy as a freshman in college who liked to drive would have something cool. A celica? no. A trans-am (is that hyphenated?) no... He had a volvo station wagon his mom gave him.
So in the lobby I said something akin to "hey David" he said he was gonna go drive around did I want to go? Well considering that's exactly what we did in High school sounded like fun. I mean come on you know the conversation: "what do you wanna do?" "I dunno let's drive over to Hyde Park.. OK" at Hyde Park, "OK now what?"... "I dunno how about we go out to kenwood?" and so it went like that again and again here and there. Hey WTF? Gas was cheap. I mean really cheap. Can you remember less than a buck for a whole fuck off gallon?
So I said sure. I didn't realize he meant he wanted to drive to other cities. Still we got some fast food and I looked for women in the passing cars. No avail. I remember something he said that was just so so wrong. I said, "Hey slow down there there were some chicks in that car." he replied "I never slow down for chicks, I might speed up for them..." He didn't get much action from the ladies back then...I'm thinking.
So no ladies... fast food heavy on my gut... I must have gotten a touch bored or I was really fucking tired. He was out on the highway and I woke up in a little town way outside Columbus known as Circleville (no you can't make this shit up) I was a bit startled that our drive had taken us so far. I must have been out for a while. He had let me sleep in the car. I was very well rested and we headed back into columbus. We got some dinner at some other fast food restaurant and then moved on with our lives.
I'm not sure I ever really saw him again... I can remember his cartoons from the Walnut book room and I remember that drive. I don't remember his last name, but I hope he learned to slow down...
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