Drip Drop, hear the beer Plop
After being chased by a bunch of blood-thirsty forty-year-olds on four wheelers, I am pretty much exhausted. Before I collapse and druel all over my keyboard, I must tell the anecdote of the three corner tear in my pants.
Ok, so like I said I was being chased by a bunch of drunk lunatics on mud flinging ATV’s. It was then that I leaped over some barbed wire, I made the leap, but my pants clearly did not. I return unscratched, while my pants have a three-corner ( triangle ) tear down the left knee. These five basket cases who were chasing me did have a reason though, which is why I ran. This was their second day loitering on the town property in which I walk and think about POWs. Many a POW has been thought over ( though not really solved ) in those woods. Yesterday, I came across their “hideoutâ€, complete with cheap beer, a shabby fire, and an obnoxiously large boulder. I watched in hiding as the riders returned and seemed quite angered at their fire being knocked down and scattered. This was the work of a clever fellow, aged about 17 who hid out in the woods looking on. After leaving the scene, I promptly headed home, giggling. The next day, ( today ) My sister, complete with boyfriend ( clearly insane… ) and hardwood beating stick departed for a walk in the woods. They, as did I, came across the hangout of these loitering nuisances. Angered at the litter, they slit holes down the beer cans, and left a note reading “Clean Upâ€. Later that day, during half time, my brother and mother left home for a stroll in the woods, and stumbled upon the camp of the drunks. They did nothing, and just continued to walk. It was then, however, that the beasts returned to their lair to find dripping cans of beer, with large knife slits down the sides. After looking around, they saw two walkers, whom they immediately chased, to no avail. Later that day, I decided to take a walk, before doing homework then retiring for the night. I encircled a large open area unseen, until I became too lazy lurk in the shadows, as I am so talented at doing. The men were sitting on parked quads some distance away, but when I heard one yell “oh oh!”, followed by the starting of engines, knowing that my cover had been blown, I promptly ran. Luckily, they were too dumb to realize that a person being chased would just bushwack to get away… It makes for an interesting story anyway, though it would have been much more interesting had I been beaten, or at least comfronted.