Picnic with Junior

Took old Boomer, age 98 in dog years, down to the city for lunch with Junior.

Junior is still in his twenties, and he just logged four years working in the same joint, a milepost I didn't hit till I was well into my forties.

Junior recently broke his elbow.

He broke his elbow because one night a couple weeks ago, when he got seriously fucked up on pot and beer, he ran out of cigarettes at three in the morning.

So he decided to skateboard the twelve blocks to the nearest all-night variety store.

He hadn't skateboarded since the last time he broke his elbow, and he was never much good at skateboarding to begin with.

That's my boy!


He knew enough not to take the car.


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After driving around aimlessly for ten minutes, discussing possible lunch venues, we settled on having a take-out picnic by the Speed River, mainly on account of not wanting to leave Boomer in the car.

We settled on a KFC picnic. The gal at KFC was young and pretty. She was also an airhead. It wasn't till we unpacked our lunch that we realized Young and Pretty had packed us macaroni salad instead of potato salad, and had forgotten to provide those single-use plastic utensils that are destroying the planet while simultaneously being absolutely essential to eating either macaroni or potato salad.


It's a messed up world...

But I'm happy to report that Junior seems to be on top of it.