With all this drama in the pool, I sought safety in school by hanging with mostly guys and my h20 polo hoes ;). I thought a group of mostly guys doesn't have drama! Dear God I was wrong, but for years it worked amazingly. Most of them were from the Marine Bio Club. First was Max Popa, who although everyone always thought he would shoot up the school, he was a really great confidant especially to Hannah and I. He was our big brother, he looked out for us and with our blonde hair, big mouths, and teenage hormones we really needed that. Waidele was similar in how outsiders thought of him and to be honest he could kinda be a creeper sometimes, but to me he was just a guy with a good hugs with keys around his neck. I knew Devin since middle school and we were sorta kinda dating. You know the middle school way where you hold hands in the hallway and thats all type deal. It wasn't like he was ugly and he was nice, but he just didn't give me that cant eat, can't sleep, reach for the stars, over the fence, world series feeling that I desired and later found in someone else. Devin came with a hot side-kick named Tucker. Well, at least hotter than what the group was used to. Personally I just liked his smell! And finally Mauricio. He was the sweetest most laid back and anti-conflict guy I had ever met. I had a big crush on him the previous year and showed my feelings the only way I knew how...by beating the crap out of him, but somehow he was still my friend. And in that order they flocked to the Marine Bio room everyday after school. More would come eventually, but with more people there were more problems.
Story Time!!!
The Life of a Hobo
So during one Marine Bio beach clean-up, while cleaning behind a wall with trees on one side and a concrete sidewalk we discovered the life story of one hobo.
First, we found the broken condom.My first thought was dude you're a beast. My second thought was dude why would you have sex in the trees or on the concrete? I mean there's freaky and there's just uncomfortable.
Next, we found the baby food. Okay so my Catholic school never taught us anything about parenthood, but I'm pretty sure you shouldn't be bringing a baby to the beach.
Then, the diaper. Who the hell teeters a baby on a three foot concrete wall to change it? And then continues this crime against nature by tossing the nasty diaper into the trees.
Then, he had kind of a Jesus thing going on. Some lost years where little is known, but by the amount of cigarette butts we found I guessed he was a smoker.
Finally, we found his home in the trees and because it was obviously totally safe we went into it. I must admit he had a great view, but the lack of wall space was a deal breaker for me. So we walked off all cool like into the sunset while Tucker and Devin tried to convince to play Ultimate Frisbee...yes we were nerds.
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