I woke up around 9:30 and wasted a half hour to catch Sportscenter in it entirety. Showered listening to The Roots and made it to work around 12:!5.

Nothing to do for a half hour before I start getting bored. Pondering stupid thoughts and wasting away…

Seeing how it was my last day, the staff got me dress shirts. Something for the interviews with the big time companies. I left thinking about my big time rent and how it was going to get paid.

I walked into The Boy’s room around 2:16. He was talking to his brother, but he mentioned some KB he had to smoke, so I stuck around. His brother was getting into town around 6 p.m., or was it 7?

Anyway, The Boy had to pick him up, the option of a taxi was discussed and dismissed. He hung up and said he had to go into the office for a little bit. He packed the bong, took a hit and left.

He doesn’t hide his weed very well.

 

The United States could never go to Brazil and defeat the defending World Cup Champions; but in the world of Nintendo, anything is possible.

The second game, played in front of a ruckus Italian crowd, went to the DH of soccer: The penalty shoot out. Brazil prevailed 6-5 and I moved on to watching “The Scout” with Brandan Fraser. I now know why they cast him in “The Mummy”.

Cricket called around 4:45. She wanted to blaze before going to the airport. She said she would walk over. I packed another bowl and smoke in my own filth.

The Boy came back around 5:15. He talked with his parents around 5:30 and they said his brother was coming into town at 5:45. The Boy swore he said 6:45. He hung up and laid back on his bed. I showed him the near empty bowl.

 

”You waited for me to come back. How considerate!”

”Don’t you have to pick up your brother?”

”He said 6:45.”

”But your parents said 5:45.”

”I don’t know…”

’Why don’t you call him?”

”He’s probably in the air.”

”So. Either way, he’ll get the message.”

”OK.”

”The Scout” had reached the point where I lost interest. One stupid flaw in the lead character will do it everytime. He dialed the number and listened. Then he put the phone down and laughter. Gazing into the every-growing cloud that was the ceiling, he said,

”He said 6:45.”

 

Cricket got there at 5:50. The Boy packed her a bong and she asked the enevitable question. Once you start selling, it doesn’t matter if you stop or not, people know. The same way, opportunity knocks a lot more. A girl named Brooke had pure E, which was hard to get at the time.

Cricket invested in that; there was no guarantee she would catch such a deal again. We took a walk to the Store 24 that only says open 18 hours to get some papers. A joint later, she stumbled towards the train.

I went to check on The Boy. When I walked in, the phone rang. It was his brother from the airport. his plan had landed at 5:45 and he had waited 40 minutes before calling to check on his younger sibling. With a straight face, The Boy said,

”I thought you said 6:45…Well, at this point, it will take me a half-hour to get to you, with traffic and all…Well, why don’t you…Yeah, I know, Mr. Sony, pay for a cab…But it will be faster anyway…Yeah…So, I’ll see you in a little bit…Yeah…Love you too…Bye!”

”You gonna pick him up?”

”Nah, he’s gonna take a cab. Sit down and smoke a bowl.”