Going to the lake today. Gotta love that lake crowd. Tattoos, mullets, AC/DC, melanoma. Lots and lots of Corona. Shirts that advertise auto parts. No Fear hats. White trash as far as the eye can see. Yep, I'm back in my homeland.
Jim Parisi
Thursday, July 04, 2002
We hold these truth's to be self evident. That all men are created equal. Well, except for goobers who drive with their blinkers on. And people who eat hot dogs with ketchup. And anyone who likes Cheez Wiz. But asside from that, everyone else is equal. Then again, rock stars don't seem to be all that equal with me, but not everyone can be tallented, rich, famous and banging porn stars. So asside from them too, all men are created equal. Women are also not part of this equation. They of course are clearly quite superior.
Jim Parisi
Wednesday, July 03, 2002
Karli and I are off to Phoenix today for the fourth of July. Phoenix. Fourth of July. Phoenix. I must be stupid or somethin. It's gonna be 110 in Phoenix this week. Or 41 for the metric lovers amongst you. This is almost too hot for boating. Or breathing. Thank God for AC.
Jim Parisi
Monday, July 01, 2002
I'm back in OC. I feel like shit. I'm a bad, bad man. I feel like Mengele. I went climbing with Gary and his family. I carried his three-year old daughter Tess on my shoulders up the trail to the climbing wall. As we walked through a section of dense overgrowth, I didn't duck low enough through the leaves with her on my back. Admittedly, it didn't seem like a big deal as they appeared to be just big leafy vines. In reality, they were blackberry bushes. And blackberry bushes have barbs. Thorns. And those thorns sliced up Tess' face. She had scratches on both her cheeks. She cried. I felt so bad I wanted to cry. I hurt a baby girl. For my penance I promised her a lifetime supply of ice cream, as many Barbie dolls she can carry and a free college education. She let me give her a high five later that afternoon and found it in her to smile at me, but I still feel like shit.
Jim Parisi