The Mint

Everything that happened today was beyond mundane. However, I feel compelled to share.

First of all, Tim-Timmy is down to 65 people to wave to. Joy and Happiness is-a-spreading'.

Alright, last night I left three messages for Hillary. Double O had accepted a mission from me to play Valentine Day Delivery. He did not deliver. Partly the United Postal Service's fault, partly his fault. Oh well, we talked and that was important. She sounded good. After I left the messages, I sat on my bedroom floor with green and blue lights on. I also had my video camera set in the corner, aimed at my corner, documenting the art of drinking wine and writing in notebooks. Then the tape expired. So I went to sleep. A few hours later, around 3:25 a.m., Hillary called and that's when we had our chat. That ended around 4:02 a.m. In about that ballpark exactly.

I woke up with Tim-Timmy standing above me screaming, "Congratulations! Congratulations!" in a very rough, rowdy voice. We put on our boots, our hats, and FedEx rain coats, got into his new Dodge Truckthing and drove to the hiking grounds baring the very long name: Alfred B. Maclay State Garden Trails. The trails were all orange clay service roads, flanked by power lines, back roads, and the indigenous 'Spruce-Tagged-For-Demolition.' It was quite the waste of time. BUT! Before we got there, we were lost in a town called Thomasville, Georgia. There, we followed signs advertising the existence of "The Big Oak." Naturally, we investigated. We found a 322 year old oak tree on the corner of a residential neighbor hood. On the porches and front lawns of the near by houses were garden hoses and rusty bicycles. The Big Oak was on steel cable life support, but no cables or nailed-in wooden support beams diminished the wise look of the 80 foot branches stretching out across the grass...only 3 feet off the ground.

On the return trip, we mosied through Tallahassee in search of The Village Inn. We did not find it. We ended up in nowhere at all, so we navigated back to I-10 and headed west. Hunger was the prevalent feeling, the common tie between Tim-Timmy and I so we left the interstate at exit 142 and ate at a pit offering All You Can Eat Ribs. We ate all we could eat, I fed the piggy back a quarter at the counter and helped myself to a mint from the candy jar. We listened to The Byrds and Nine Inch Nails on the trip back to Callaway Florida where we both live.

We watched Zoolander and Monty Python's Meaning of Life. Neither were great and I was edgy. I asked Tim Timmy where my mint was and he cursed me for implying thievery. So I broke into his truckthing and found my mint on the passenger side. I went straight back to his apartment and said, "Explain why I found MY mint in YOUR car, then, if you're so above stealing from me." He kicked me out of his apartment and I came home.

I ate my mint as I logged onto the Blogger.

Peace and Love,
Mungo

Song of the day: Tom Waits - "Earth Died Screaming"