Candlestick Park

Yesterday was the 4th of July and while I couldn't spend it with my family like I usually do. I did spend it with the next best thing, my comic family. We all drove up to a ranch owned by my friend Jacob's family. We all sat down drinking beers and eating delicious smoked ribs. JC and I came up with a 4th of July themed restaurant. It would feature cuts of steak cut into shape of the U.S. Then, a side of mashed potatoes and a side of cole slaw to represent Hawaii and Alaska. Also, some steak sauce poured across to cut to simulate the red stripes on the American flag. Every time this dish is served, the staff must sing America The Beautiful but with slightly different song lyrics including, "Amber waves of gravy." It is because we live in America that let's me know this dream isn't hard to accomplish.

Later in the evening we got a hold of some Roman candles. I was running around with one; pretending I was a wizard. JC suggested that me and my friend Chris both light one and have a Harry Potter fight against each other. Because we are easily manipulated, we said yes. The terms were that we would stand 10 feet away, with our backs turned toward each other. Then, we would light the candles and start dueling. Wouldn't you know it? My lighter doesn't work at first. I panic and start running around while Chris fires at me. My lighter finally works and I fire at Chris. I miss and end up shooting the house. Jacob's mom runs out and puts an end to the shenanigans. It may have been dumb but goddamn did it feel good to be twelve years old again.

On another note, I learned how to drive the truck at work. I had to ride around with my supervisor. We talked and I got to know him well. He told me about his two sons, Lyle and Kyle. He told me about how Lyle had passed away two years ago and Kyle had recently had surgery. I told him about how I had recently graduated from college. He then mentioned he got done registering his son for college. The funny thing is, he specified that it was Kyle that was going to college. Well, thank goodness. Could you imagine your first day of college if Lyle was your room mate? "Hey, what's up? I'm Paul. What's your name?..... Don't talk much do you?.... Don't move much either.... Is that rigor mortis you got there?"

Never give up and seeking bliss.

"So if you wake up one morning and it's a particularly beautiful day, you'll know we made it."