I need to have a crazy experience that will take me two weeks to describe. Unfortunately, most of my experiences are pretty ordinary. I am taking the bus tomorrow. That is pretty exciting. The bus that runs from my house to work downtown can get me to work either 40 minutes early or 10 minutes late. So I leave the house now at 6:45 when I used to get up at 7. Bummer. But I get to read on the bus and I have lots of time to myself in the morning to walk the four blocks from the stop to the jail. It's not bad.
When I was a freshman at BYU my sister Lisa said I could use her car for emergencies while she went out of town with friends. It was a Sunday evening and we had dorm visiting hours at the girls' hall so two buddies and I went over there to find that our friends were all going to Nevada to see some friend that had left. They went away and we didn't have anything else to do because we didn't know anyone else. "This," I tried to convince myself "is an emergency if I ever knew one." So we got into Lisa's car and drove to Wendover (across the Utah border in Nevada). One of my friends was 21 and so he could play some nickel machines legally, but my other buddy and I were underage and being so sneaky. I am pretty sure no one cared but we thought we were Cassidy and Sundance. We played about 45 cents and got 4 dollars, so we bought some Arby's and came back home. The whole time out and back we listened to the same James Taylor tape over and over and over again.
This brings me to the point of this story.
I am not one to take songs seriously. I don't trust musicians. But that James Taylor is one wise man. I listened to "Shower the People" about 18 times that night. Perhaps it was the hours of driving through the salt flats, maybe it was because it was 4am, maybe it was the Horsey Sauce, but I decided to shower the people I loved with love and tell them the way that I felt. Things were going to work out fine if I would only do as he says. Ooooooh.
But I started being nicer. That was about it. And I am sure I relapsed, but it is still a nice song and it reminds me of stealing cars and gambling. That was maybe my favorite college time.
Also, I got in big trouble when Lisa found out. She found out because when I filled it with gas I forgot to put the gas cap back. Also apparently she checked the odometer. But it was a long time ago right, Lisa? Heh heh.
And once I walked to Wal-Mart and back along University Avenue at 2am with the same friend. We were sissies and tried to dress tough by wearing a trenchcoat and a fedora. Ha ha. And when the sprinklers came out it sounded like the devil was whispering and we both ran until we realized it was only sprinklers. That was a really long and scary walk and it was totally not worth the box of oatmeal pies I bought.
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Was that also the night that you got into an accident and pounded the hood of the car back down with a cement block? Yeah, I forgive you. But only because you married Anna and now have Sophie and Snaggles on the way. That car was a piece of trash anyway. Probably because I bought it on the Sabbath. But it was great for a college car! I was so sad when it died.
I'm behind on reading the blogs. We've been super busy lately.
Boy, your mom sounds kind of mean!
Remember the pinkie finger in the clip board? I think there's a story there.
WRITE ABOUT ME!!! :)
...and how you got my lip cut open on the trampoline.
...or stuck clothes hangers in my hair to make it stick out.
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