It was 12 p.m. and I regrettably commented to Luke. “Man I wish we could’ve gone snowboarding today.” He raised one eyebrow and responded with “Who says we can’t?” Our mutual friend Dustin had called us an hour earlier raving about the freshly fallen snow, saying it was one of the best boarding days of the season. Real snow at Mountain High, the local resort that pumped the fake stuff all through the season, was kind of a big deal. It was one of those gloomy winter days that made it hard to distinguish when the sun was up or down. Freshly fallen snow was a friendly way of stating that it was a fucking blizzard up on the mountain. Not acknowledging this we grabbed our boards and headed east on the 118 freeway to Pearblossom Highway.
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I am still a young man, I turn only twenty-eight next year. Yet an accumulation of observations has led me to conclude that I am officially feeling aged. Please don’t think I consider myself old in any way, but rather the changes about myself and my lifestyle have converged to make me acutely aware that I am leaving my youth. It seems that I am giving out the wrong impression of my attitude towards animals. Just because I have indirectly been involved with a cat abortion and I have directly been involved with a hamster slaying, that doesn’t mean that I hate all our animal brethren. In fact, I am a dope for animals. I have had many animals in my day and likely more than you! How far are you willing to go to make a little extra cash? I have already talked about the very talented Thai girls who seem to be OK with (or are forced) to make some serious social and moral adjustments. I struggle to imagine the sums of money that would be needed for me to join those entertainers. But I am sure we can all think of some time when we have done something that we know we shouldn’t have done but since we had enough money pushed in our face, we went against our best judgement. I would love to hear your examples of doing just this but for now, it is my turn. This is the story of how I killed my best friends hamster for $5. Seriously. If you are heading east on Interstate 70 you’ll cross the Missouri River in Boonville. If you make a left at Slaton Blvd just past the forest, then a left on Rodgers and a quick right you will end up at 3571 Lakeview Dr. It’s a beautiful two story house laid in brick and surrounded by grass. This is the residence of Margret Pratt, my grandmother. She’s lived by herself in this Missouri home for the past 40 years. The first thing you will notice when you pull into the driveway is a mailbox with the name Glen Pratt on it (my grandfather). He died about 10 years before I was born. We were there for the funeral of his son Steven Pratt (my uncle), who shared the same fate as his father; a lifetime of smoking kept them both from seeing their 60th birthday. |
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