Stepping out from the JC diner with the overwhelming menu at some ambiguous hour in the early afternoon on one of the four days that have somehow blurred themselves together in my mind, three dazed individuals embark on an epic journey: buying coals from the Egyo place. With the greasy gyro I'd just devoured weighing down my every step, I force my feet to inch toward the PATH station. The sun is out to get me man, but I'll take it god damnit, there are coals to be bought. To my left, T-rent diligently recites road signs, and to my right, Arnaub engages in an equally pressing conversation...with himself. This continues for a good bit. Arnaub proceeds to trip over his feet, or the sidewalk, or run into a pole or a door or something....for probably the 5th time in our short journey to the PATH. This fuels my giggle fit, which has loyally accompanied me since we stepped foot out the diner. God Bless the Giggles.
The subway ride is somewhat of a blur, as is the egyo place and the purchasing of the coals. Arnaub suddenly has an uncontrollable yearning to purchase Eurotrip, and so, our three-beats-off minds set out in search for a video store. Since neither "Jesus Loves Us" nor "Big Ass Sistas" were adequate replacements for Arnaub's unreasonably demanding movie tastes, we proceeded to head back to the PATH.
Thirsty and exhausted, we trudge towards the PATH, our epic journey near completion. The path station in site, smiles slowly creeping across our eager faces, we stand a bit higher and Creep forward a bit faster... well, except for Arnaub, who still dodges the trash cans and fire hydrants jumping at his feet. Damn stationary objects.
Of course, its our special day, so our epic adventures can't possibly end without little surprise! Trent manages to place his foot perfectly on a full HI-C juice box just waiting patiently for three unsuspecting pedestrians, and its explosion, which could not have been more perfectly-timed, showers Arnaub and I thoroughly in the red, sticky sweetness of HI-C.
And with that, we completed our journey, and made it back alive.
That, my friends, is impressive.
3 comments:
Did nob kick the living shit out of trent after the juice box incident?
One would think my anger would get the best of me, but Arthur, you of all people should remember that I have turned over a new anger-free life and now choose to follow the path of happiness and enlightenment.
We found some water at Dunkin Donuts and I doused my feet in a nasty-ass water fountain at Journal Square. Best part is that we smoked the shisha before we washed our feet.
Rightously so. The anger is just waiting for the right time to explod on some inanimate object, like the 8th floor button of an unsuspecting elevator at 5 in the morning. And when it does, I shall applaud it.
Either that or I'll douse it with some Mickey's.
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