make way.
it's been raining like a need two humpy-bumpy camels and two chimpanzees. it's just crazy talk. when did i move to fucking Seattle? i didn't. God just hates MA...finally, me and the big guy have something in common. but i digress.
i live about a 3 minute drive from work-- which makes my showing up a solid 20 min late almost impressive-- and to get there i have to drive down, what Cuz is so fond of calling "Doo-Doo Road." there are a series of farms and they really do have the most rancid smell about them. hey, i'm from the country and 18 years in Missouri-- living right down the street from a cow pasture, even in the sweltering, humid downwind of summer-- couldn't have prepared me for this. it's the kind of smell that makes your eyes water and have you exclaim repeatedly, "what is that?" it's shit. nasty, fermented, year old cow shit spread along the Earth like ass butter on ass crack bread.
anyway, so i coming home for lunch and i'm driving down the road. about halfway down, the car in front of me comes to a complete stop. there's nothing there. there's no car, no person, no nothing. then it happens. i'm about to start cussing when i see --and i shit you not-- two ducks crossing the street. not even in a brisk, "oh, shit! where the fuck are we? whoa, cars!" way. nope. just taking their sweet time waddling across the road without a care in the world. i just stared and laughed. yea, ducks. the nearest water source is about 5 miles away at the reservoir. apparently, it's been raining so much that they, essentially, aquatic bar hopped their way to the farms.
utterly ridiculous...yet, bizarrely hilarious.
for the past few days, The Crow has been in my head, "It can't rain all the time." well, Eric, apparently it can.
i live about a 3 minute drive from work-- which makes my showing up a solid 20 min late almost impressive-- and to get there i have to drive down, what Cuz is so fond of calling "Doo-Doo Road." there are a series of farms and they really do have the most rancid smell about them. hey, i'm from the country and 18 years in Missouri-- living right down the street from a cow pasture, even in the sweltering, humid downwind of summer-- couldn't have prepared me for this. it's the kind of smell that makes your eyes water and have you exclaim repeatedly, "what is that?" it's shit. nasty, fermented, year old cow shit spread along the Earth like ass butter on ass crack bread.
anyway, so i coming home for lunch and i'm driving down the road. about halfway down, the car in front of me comes to a complete stop. there's nothing there. there's no car, no person, no nothing. then it happens. i'm about to start cussing when i see --and i shit you not-- two ducks crossing the street. not even in a brisk, "oh, shit! where the fuck are we? whoa, cars!" way. nope. just taking their sweet time waddling across the road without a care in the world. i just stared and laughed. yea, ducks. the nearest water source is about 5 miles away at the reservoir. apparently, it's been raining so much that they, essentially, aquatic bar hopped their way to the farms.
utterly ridiculous...yet, bizarrely hilarious.
for the past few days, The Crow has been in my head, "It can't rain all the time." well, Eric, apparently it can.
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