YEAH HUH!!!... SMALL THINGS DO COUNT!
Al and Jeannie
Dancing like rockstars at every red light, crammed in a sardine can of a car... people with windows cracked either Laughlin or yelling at us... our replies, though we are totally coherent were "We're on Drugs... to Monkey's are in the glove box... Dance with us puppets! Voices in the back screaming LOTS AND LOTS OF DRUGS!"
Jeannie and I
Or stopping at a pub where the bar maiden gets called and old hag to her face, then telling her we want to make the deep passionate love to her. And perhaps a bit of "Mario" dropping fake plants on unexpected peoples heads.
(Only to come in the next day and do it again! Man, the shit you can get away with!)
Jeannie and passing out Al
Ending the night at a Chili's where you get some garlic toast for your loving, drunk"N buffoon brother. His response is not to eat the toast but angrily smears it all over his face and neck then cramming it in his hole slurring, "Heeeyyyy thattsss not badd."
Too drunk to even walk back to the car, we get a ride from the good old trusting folks.
My brother hurls himself into the car then slams the door on the one remaining appendage he forgot about... his leg.
Resting your head upon the pillow and seeing that your mom cut out little butterflies and glued them up on ceiling saying sweet dreams.
The little things :)
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