...that the term "river rat" is not always derogatory. Sean and I went to the river. There were lots of people there. Some one was having a birthday party, but there was no cake or ice cream , just beer. Well, beer for most. Some just drank Wild Turkey from the bottle. There was much dancing and laughing and dog fighting (in a playful way though, on their own accord. NOT at all like Michael Vick). Sean and I were just observers for the most part.
I got introduced to the Mayor of 3 rivers, and his name is Squirrel. I'm not sure when the election was or when the next one is, but he's got my vote. It seemed that Squirrel cares a lot about keeping the river clean and having the appropriate trash receptacles. He recycles almost everything too, so he's probably more environmentally conscious than Al Gore (whens the last time HE went picking up trash all drunk and yelling?
There were also plenty of dreadlocks there. I think the ratio of people with dreadlocks to homeless people is about 1:3. Not that that is a bad thing. I could probably do that at some point in my life, but for right now, I like to wash my hair.
Next time I'll bring pics. It was awesome.
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