SPEAKING OF FUNNY.......

I TEND TO BE A SERIOUS PERSON AT TIMES. SUCH IS THE CASE..... BEEN THIS WAY SINCE I WAS SMALL. DON`T SLEEP MUCH. THEY MIGHT GO TOGETHER..... FOURTH OF JULY THIS YEAR SUCKED WEATHER-WISE. LAST YEAR THE SUN WOKE ME UP ON THE FOURTH, THIS YEAR IT BLEW....FOGGY, WET, ACTUALLY AT TIMES FUCKING RAINING. WE GOT DOWN TO MAIN BEACH IN LAGUNA TO GET GOOD PARKING AND SET UP BEFORE THE CROWDS GOT SETTLED IN. SET OUT THE CHAIRS, PUT UP THE UMBRELLAS AND SAT MY ASS DOWN WITH MY HOODIE TIED UP TIGHT, MY SHORTS NOT TO BE SEEN UNDER MY PANTS TRYING TO STAY WARM.....I THINK I DOZED OFF BUT LITTLE AT A TIME FOLKS STARTED SHOWING UP. SOMEWHERE BEHIND ME I HEARD A COUPLE OF GIRLS KINDA LAUGHING THEIR HEADS OFF BUT I WAS TOO IRKED TO LOOK BACK AND SEE WHAT WAS SO FUNNY. WELL AFTER ABOUT 20 MINUTES OF SIDE SPLITTING LAUGHING , I LOOK BACK AND SEE THE GUY THAT IS CRACKING THEM UP..... I COULDN`T MISS THE FELLA. HE WAS EASILY 350 OR MORE POUNDS, HAD RUBBER WATER SHOES THAT WENT AROUND EACH TOE. YOU EVER SEEN THOSE? HE WAS WEARING THESE LITTLE ROUND SWIMMING GOOLES THAT WERE PINCHING HIS NOSE AND LOOKED SO SMALL ON HIS HUGE HEAD. FINALLY I FOCUSED ON HIS T SHIRT AND IT SAID. `I BEAT ANOREXCIA`. BRILLANT. I TURNED BACK AROUND AND STARTED GIGGLING LIKE A SCHOOL GIRL. THIS GUY WAS SO COOL IT SCARED ME.  FOR THE REST OF THE DAY I INTERMITTEDLY LISTENED TO THE FUNNY/SILLY THINGS HE WAS SAYING. WISH I HAD THE GUTS TO INTRODUCE MYSELF, HE WAS MY TYPE OF FELLA.........HE REMINDED ME OF ONE OF MY BEST FRIENDS FROM GRADE SCHOOL, I HEARD HE OVERDOSED ON HEROIN. I KEEP TELLING PEOPLE, CATHOLIC SCHOOL LEADS TO DRUG ABUSE.....SUCH IS THE CASE.

ABOUT 3 OR 4 MONTHS AGO, DYNAMITE JOE SAID LETS GET A SPOT AT THE LONG BEACH SWAP. SURE, WHY NOT. I HAD A TON OF SHIT PILING UP IN THE GARAGE. LETS MAKE SOME MONEY. GREAT DAY, COOL PEOPLE, FRIENDS, BEERS, MADE A MINI BANK ROLL SELLING. FELLA WALKS UP TO MY SPACE AND IS LOOKING THRU TRINKETS I HAD ON THE TABLE. LOOKING AT KNIVES, CHECKING OUT PATCHES, TRINKETS. WELL HE COMES ACROSS A CHROME MARIJUANA SISSY BAR TOPPER. HE EYE-BALLS IT. PICKS IT UP HOLDING IT AGAINST THE BLUE SKIED BACKGROUND. I HEARD HIM TALKING TO HIMSELF, " THIS WOULD LOOK KINDA COOL ON TOP OF MY SISSY BAR, BAD ASS". KINDA KIDDING WITH HIM I SAY, " YOU KNOW, YOU GOTTA BE CAREFUL. PEOPLE MIGHT MAKE JUDGEMENTS ABOUT YOU WITH A MARIJUANA LEAF ON YOUR BIKE. THEY MIGHT STEREOTYPE YOU. DRUGGIE BIKER." HE LOOKED AT ME. GAVE ME A LOOK LIKE` YOU MIGHT BE RIGHT`. SCRATCHED HIS LONG MESSY HAIR, HELD IT UP AGAIN, THEN SHOOK HIS HEAD UP AND DOWN AND PLACED IT BACK ON THE TABLE. HE LOOKED UP, LOOK ME IN THE EYES AND SAID, " YOU GOT A CRACK PIPE?"

I REST.....DID ANYONE GO TO BORN FREE 4? I HEARD IT WAS PRETTY COOL.