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Only When Rooz is Sick

Written 4-20-01

Hey! Its vacation! Only until four days prior to our initial day of vacation, i was totally naive of a week and 3 days off. Well, thats quite common for me! Heck, while I'm at it, why dont i just skip Thursday also and piss of GM's test for another week and 4 days? Thats the spirit!

That morning online I found that i was not the only one. Seems that the majority of the school was skipping too. Lets fast forward...

"...Dave watch out for..." Oops, too far forward. Thats going to happen in May...

The day was fair, and Rooz's feet were cold. He stepped barefoot onto the sun-warmed deck. "Ahhh! A beautiful day for hiking," he said to himself. In April, good days a few and far between. Ah, f*** mothernature, lets see whats on TV.

After throwing the morning away like a Tunxis Acceptance letter, he decided to call his long lost comrades for a session of scaling Southington's 'mountains.' I doubt anyone else is doing anything important. Dave...ha, he's probably still asleep at 12 pm.

An hour later, Skruffy arrives at Rooz's deck, clad with his inseparable digital products. Squido jumps out the door with glasses! Rooz right behind; his hairy growth called a beard now being too long for conventional razors. Spare them. He also is sick, so i can expect to be sick in a week or so. Better pop in a few echinacea pills...Alright? Woops lets not forget Desena. Speaking of the Devil, and in this case, Chris, he arrives. The walk there includes Rooz's pointless babbling since the rest of us are too engrossed in our own thoughts to start a decent conversation. I wont even start! We pass the house of bathrooms and scale the cement retaining wall.

The first place to hit is a pointless reservoir about a quarter mile away.from the cul-de-sac

Somehow SquidoQ was inquisitive of the depth of this dam. The little twig immediately became obsolete, so much for our initial guess of 4 inches. The odd meter-long staff was next, but also suffered the same fate as the twig i threw in. We commenced onward up the rocky streams and within fifteen minutes we reached the New Britain reservoir. "Ok,"Rooz said" I feel like crap, lets go". And go we did. Damn those Gnats!



-Skruffy

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