30 + 10 Pt 3: In which things are set afire and carried forth in shopping carts, much to the consternation of neighbors and miscellaneous civic support organizations
A legend reborn: my attorney reprises his award-winning role.
The boulevard median has never looked so fine, so radiant.
My attorney heads for home.
There is an argument to be made that, once out of the cart, the fire should be extinguished -- or at least no longer encouraged.
That would not describe the subsequent events.
My attorney performs the sacred Cuban tiki torch sidewalk fire shuffle.
Pat feigns horror. Either that, or he's somehow responsible. I'll bet you can guess which.
Mistakes were made. And not just Eric's hat.
Eventually, we came to the attention of the authorities.
My attorney disclaims all responsibility.
This stain persisted on my sidewalk for months.
Other pages in this series
- Part the First: In which general party groups are documented, some better than others.
- Part the Second: In which events in the back yard are investigated, and a lapse in judgement is forever preserved in kodachrome.
- Part the Third: You Are Here.
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That is some funny shit there. Last night I had to insist on building a fire you could see from Heathen Central. Somehow my popularity took a hit when I threw the mother of all logs on the coals as the fine folks of Garden Oaks were off to bed.
This morning I met a few new Heathens (native tribe), who were doing their tribal ritual at 5 am of beating drums and blowing smoke through a goblet ( kind of like we did, but different). I hope you felt the spirit. I am sad I missed your party and look forward to hearing about it.