have i ever told you i do stupid things? well, a few of us went down to this pond that is just outside of the city. i brought my pistola with me. while walking down to the pond, i pass this big pile of vitamin pill-bottles. i think to myself, "hey, i'll be that thing would float. and i could shoot it out of the water." so i start kicking it through the woods for a good 100 meters, and i come out of the woods into the clearing where the pond was, i rared (sp?) back to give it a good kick and i MISSED the small pillbottle. yes, missed it. my shoe flew off of my foot and into the water. so i stood there on one foot while my friends fished my shoe out of the pond with a stick. about the time they rescued my shoe from the water logan shows up. no gun. just a fishing pole. he immediately bursts into laugher as i'm standing there, one shoe on. firearm in hand. smoking a cigarette. so i hop over to where some of the girls had stretched out a t-shirt on the ground to sit on. (the ground was all wet and muddy and cold) I plant my foot there and patiently waited for my shoe to dry out. well, after awhile logan and myself started shooting at coke bottles. i guess everyone who was fishing decided to give up due to the gunfire. after we went through a box of .22 rounds, my shoe was still not dry. here's where my stupidity kicks in. i muster up, "hey man. my shoes not dry yet. let's put a few rounds through it." now, i think normal people would say, "WTF are you talking about sean? just carry your shoe back and it will dry out later." instead, logan says, "hell yeah. point blank?" so. needless to say, we pummelled my poor shelltoe-adidas-with-the-fat-strings with a barrage of .22 slugs. this task completed, my shoes were still not dry. i am not amused. so i took the t-shirt that i was standing on and wrapped it around my foot to walk back to the cars, carrying my shoe. actually, here's a few pics we stopped to take.

logan closing in for the kill

me hoisting the prize. notice my right foot. nice huh?

so that was earlier today. now i'm sitting here, relating the story to you. watching the news. dozing off. this is just sad. i'm gonna go pecans from the tree in front of my house at the dumpster.