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I didn't do much of anything last night.

I didn't do much of anything last night.

Sometimes I think it'd be fun to have a car but I really don't feel much like spending a ton of money on gas and insurance or speeding tickets. And besides my job gives me a free transpass so it'd be kind of silly to get a car. The world is smelly enough without me adding more carbon monoxide into the environment.

I miss driving though. When I was cleaning out my book bag I found out the application I needed to fill out for joining AmeriCore. Or is it AmeriCorpse? I always get confused about it, but anyway, my friend Katy Coffey wrote a recommendation for me, and I had a bunch of other stuff filled out, but I didn't ever turn it in because I didn't feel like getting a medical exam. I think I was unemployed at the time and doctor bills were not something I wished to get. Spending money is a headache, especially if it's just for a job that is going to be cleaning up hiking trails in the middle of Maine. I mean that sounds fun and all, but I don't even like cleaning up my apartment. I'd probably just want to go into the woods and smoke a "jasper" and then reminisce about the time when I didn't hike the entire Appalachin Trail. I'm not sure what that has to do with driving. That AmeriCorpse program was only a 3 month deal, I'd probably end up in Philly afterwards.

greg: maine is cold, but stephen king is from there and john maine is cool.

I used to shovel horse shit for my mom at the barn with one of Danielle's friends. His name was Chris something and he was pretty funny. We divided up the horse barn in half. He would shovel his side and I would shovel my side. Once in a while I would pick up a horse poo and fling it at his side and try to hit him in the head. It sucked when he retaliated. But anyway, me and Chris rarely talked because it was awkward because he was a better sweeper than I was. I was pretty good at shovelling the shit, but when it came time to sweep the barn up at the end of the day, I'd get real pissed. Brooms and I don't get along. It put me in an awkward spot, because my mom was the boss, so I would get away with stuff. "Ma, I ain't sweeping, where's my 32 dollars for my 4 hours of work?" I'd then drive off and spend all 32 bucks at Freddie's Bar in Warwick. Greg went with me once but he'll never go back again because it's a pretty terrible place. Lots of old Warwick heads wandering around the place bragging about the terms to their probations. Warwick is a pretty strange town. Not a lot to do there. I remember those summers where I would work at Brock's house and bail hay. I was pretty good with all that farm stuff. Brock's was cool, it was only 5 bucks an hour, but beer from ShopRite only cost like 5 bucks for two 40s, so if I worked an hour I'd be fine. Besides Mrs. Brock's mom would bring out Raspberry Iced Tea and we'd drink it. Brock was a super good worker and he was allergic to the hay and he'd break out in all these nasty hives. I remember sometimes Brock would have other people working there and I'd know them, but I wouldn't talk to them either. I just would bail the hay, Throw it on the conveyor and want to get the fuck out of there so I can go to Freddie's or ShopRite and drink. I used to go get drinks at Mobil in Warwick. I love when people are like "Beer!?!?! At a GAS STATION?!?!?! Isn't that kind of CRAZY. I mean driving and drinking?" Something like that. I don't know though, you kind of have to drive anywhere to get beer unless you live above a beer store. PA drinking laws are stupid. I'll never get over it.

greg (Shop Rite in Warwick): heard its good, never been their much, to many warwick people, the one in chester was closer to the hood, i mean kings estates

greg (on freddies): I hate it, friggen warwick assholes go there, it should burn in a blaze and i would not waste my piss to put it out or on the ashes

I don't know. I don't really drink that much. There was a time I think when I was real bad. It was partly Eamonn's fault. There was that 4 or 5 month span where we drank pretty hard everyday including Sundays. We went to see that movie Orange County starring Tom Hanks son and Jack Black, and I remember we had to keep the streak going so we asked Brandon to drive us to some Chili's sorta place and we ordered Tequila shots and then went to the movie. That was pretty fun I gotta say.

I screwed up with the farm stuff once though. It was a Sunday and I was driving the front loading tractor around. Dropping off hay for the horses in the outside paddocks and what not. And I was in the indoor arena trying to load up some more bags of shavings. I wasn't really paying attention, so I was driving out of the indoor arena and I nailed the sliding door and it came right off the hinges. It made a loud bang, and Sammy came running. He looked at me like "How the fuck did you manage that?" It was pretty embarrassing. The gap that I had to fit through was about the size of a basketball court and the tractor was just a tractor, but still I got too close to the door, and at a mighty 5 mphs I nailed that shit right off. It turned out to be pretty pricey to fix it, but thankfully Doug hooked up the welding pretty cheap. I was hesitant around the tractors after that. Actually I probably quit and got the job with Here's Help.

Greg's Ma is flying up to his house for Easter. Good ol' Esther. She used to think Greg was crazy.

greg: Woot esther is comming to visit,

I'm tired of the world today. Saw a picture of my stepbro doing some protesting. It was a pretty crazy picture. I don't actually feel like protesting anything, but it was nice to feel real pissed off about stuff before. I bet my stepbro gets sent to Guantanamo Bay. I wouldn't be surprised. He'd find a way to get thrown out of there too. It'd be rad dope

greg: To quote Donald Rumsfelid, We are following the Giniva convention, for the most part."

So that's all I got to say for today. I don't really know why I wrote any of this at all. I don't miss Warwick much at all. Except maybe Pennings Ice Cream stand. The trampoline in my backyard. My 74 plymouth Duster with the Hatebreed stickers.

If you ever go to warwick, please visit:

1. The Post Office

2. Mobil

3. Mt. Peter (good blog later about it)

4. Pennings

5. Clocktower Video

6. ShopRite

Greg adds: warwick sucks, i know i lived their and i might would again mabye doubful, but the school riots and has a bunch of poor rich kids that think they have a hard life. Fuck warwick. its not worth blogging about