Afterglow 2009 - Day 2 Sunday

When we got back to Afterglow it was late and dark, which only meant one thing - it was time to rage it on KK. So I grabbed a couple of supplies, which meant a fresh new drink, some sparklers,  snakes and some box wine. That and the company of my cousins is all you need to rage it and have a great time up on the KK.

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After Tim's show came the grande finale, which in our world meant lighting off sparklers and snakes. The crowd gathered with eager anticipation as Jenny and I held the lighters to the ground to set those snakes on fire. This pleased the crowd, but they soon wanted a piece of the action, so I passed out sparklers to calm their rage. What happened next was legendary, as the Revolution broke out and swept across the land, claiming anybody that stood in its path. Yet the only people in its path were the same 8 or so people already Revolutioning. 

Kevin and I were the only ones wearing sombreros on the KK that night, but that doesn't mean that the other kids there didn't rage just as hard as we do. See, everyone rages in their own unique way, which is why there are more definitions of raging it than can fit into Webster's biggest dictionary. That's cause no two people rage the same way. They may look similar, but those minute differences bring about an individual result every time. That is why I can't explain raging it. You just need to rage it for yourself and learn what kind of rager you are.

When Brian saw the burned pile of ash on the ground that was the remnants of the multiple snakes that were lit, he immediately squatted over it. Other people might see burned out ash, but Brian's mind goes right to the gutter. Brian sees a big pile of doodie. To be honest I can't blame him, because it does look like poop, but the last thing I would do it squat over it. But that's what makes Brian special.

And now Kevin is officially the saddest kid to ever hold a sparkler. Nothing breaks your heart more than when the spark goes out and you're stuck holding a limp stick. Ha ha! That's what she said! But the sadness overtakes Kevin, and I'll cure it if it's the last thing I do!

The cure for sadness is more cowbell. It is the only prescription. But when you don't have a cowbell handy, a guitar, a drum and a shaker will suffice. You just try to be sad while that ensemble is working together to create musical happiness. It's not possible.

There's always a time and a place to S the B. It could be when the Packers score, when I'm in my Mom's basement, at Tommy's graduation party or when we are raging it on the KK. Although it makes you look like a big wine-o, drinking wine from a bag that contains 5 liters of the stuff probably isn't the best idea. Slapping it is worse, cause I'm pretty sure someday I'll bust it and wine will spill out all over me. Regardless of those negative things that can happen from S-ing the B, I'll still continue to do it when the situation calls for it. I like to live dangerously.

One day while Kevin was over, I ordered Chinese Food. And I got a fortune cookie. My fortune read something like, "in 3 months time great riches will be bestowed upon you." And this was 3 months to the day of Sunday July 26, which was today. So I trusted the Chinese and went to the casino in Watersmeet. And I lost. No great riches. And that will be the the last time that I ever trust the Chinese.