Saturday, August 14, 2010
Big ears: Courtesy of the bitch
So, it was after dinner and I volunteered to take Ben for his before-bed spin around the block.
We were paused at a corner just up the street when a rattly-trap late model import station wagon boomed down the street. Its occupants were two young guys obviously way high on some sort of life that I really don't want to know too much about.
Car windows were open and the passenger yells "Hi" in a high-pitched voice as they sped by. His charming sign-0ff is a
"BEEEEEE-AATCH" followed by drunken, adolescent cackling.
Sometimes, living in Bermtopia sucks the Big One.