I finished The Art of Racing in the Rain today. It’s a very good book, well written, captivating, and heart felt. That was about all I accomplished today, I did have a dentist appointment though, and picked up some things from the library, and bought some more dog food and dog shampoo. I did have a nap today, which was quite nice. I wanted to craft a bit, but lost energy throughout the day. I had to take allergy medicine last night so I could sleep and the pill has stuck with me leaving me all foggy and out of it, kind of puts a damper on creative motivation.
I might make it a “spa” night, I put my face mask on and I might paint my nails after I post this. There’s no new Castle on tonight so I might watch One Day, or Midnight in Paris. Now all I need is a volunteer to massage my feet and back! Any takers? Ha! Thanks.
Story time, let me take you back to the beginning of the tale:
Our story begins on a warm summer evening. Zeke and Kermit are having a quiet lunch in the commons when Zeke decides to announce that he feels Harrison Ford should have quit acting after his best role, Indiana Jones.
Kermit, appalled that Zeke likes Indy more than Han Solo, challenges Zeke to a duel.
Boys being boys, they agreed that the duel should be at dusk, out behind The Book Shack, since that was half way between their respective places of business. Each went back to work to find an appropriate weapon, and inform their co-workers of the impending fight.
Twenty minutes later the boys face one another while Tanner and Bob look on. They shake hands and step apart. Kermit raises his burnt out florescent light bulb and Zeke loads his home-made sling shot with health bars Lars had made for the break room.
Just as the duel commences the back door to The Book Shack opens. Robert Shack, the illustrious owner shuffles out with a bag of garbage.
“Oh, hey guys, what’s up?!” he asks, while throwing the bag in the dumpster and walking back inside. Leaving all four guys looking at each other and laughing. Rob rarely notices anything out of the ordinary. Kermit takes advantage of the distraction and swings his “light saber” hard into Zeke’s arm. The laughing ensues as the light breaks, littering the ground in glittering glass. Kermit is now too close to Zeke for him to shoot the sling shot so he hits Kermit over the head with one of the rock hard health bars. With a shattered weapon, Kermit resorts to bodily harm with his own body. Shoving Zeke with all his might toward the back wall of the building, Kermit slams Zeke through the wall, much to everyone’s surprise.
“Holy shit!!” screamed Tanner.
“Jesus! Zeke are you ok?!” Kermit shouted through the hole.
Bob was busy tweeting the incident to ask any questions. Zeke was pulling himself out through the debris as Rob once again bursts out the back door of The Book Shack and asks worriedly, “What was that noise?! It sounded like a bomb!”
Bob finally pipes up saying, “Oh just a little problem during the duel.”
“There was a duel?! And I missed it?! Dammit!” Rob declares, and turns around and goes back inside, completely oblivious to the man sized hole in the wall and Zeke and Kermit covered in brick powder.
Once assured that Zeke has no broken bones they inspect the hole. Zeke crashed through the brick wall into the vacant building that had been a high end salon up until three months ago. The young woman who owned and operated the salon had made enough to, in her words, “move out of this crap-shoot strip mall”. The boys figured that in their haste to escape the old building the bitches from the salon must have left some of their hair damaging chemicals in the back room. The chemicals were stored on a shelf against the back wall and when they had dissolved the bottles they were in, drained right down the wall, and made the brick vulnerable enough to crumble during the duel.
Now, well the boys had a decision to make; call somebody about the hole in the empty building, or create their own kick-ass hang out in an old abandoned room.
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