please read.

thank you rob for the link.

my grandfather was a fighter. he loved to brawl, and even tho he was a little guy, he put the hurt on big guys.

i remember, in his declining years, he got into an exchange with a kid downtown in seal beach.

kid: so what are you gonna do, old man?

papa: well, since i'm an old man and you're a young guy, i'm gonna have to hurt you real quick and real bad.

the kid took a walk...

BACKSTORY

my dad is the chair of the social studies dept. at my old high school.

yes, he taught there when i attended. yes, he offered extra credit for info on me, including who i was dating. nothing like going to high school with 3,000 spies.

so one of his fellow teachers, johnny u, is also a graduate of the high school, a year ahead of me. a member of the jock/surfer clan, he and his buddies weren't exactly my friends.

well, johnny u is getting married. and he had his bachelor party this weekend. my dad wanted me to go, so i agreed, thinking it would be fun to hang out with the old man.

then i found out it was in laughlin, nevada.

then i found out the jock idiots i had left in the dust would be there.

then i found out the average temp in laughlin this time of year is 120 degrees. at 5 pm.

VIGNETTES

in the bathrooms in laughlin, they have needle disposal boxes "for the use of our diabetic customers"

dinner:

dad: hey, what's that sauce on your plate?
me: bernaise sauce.
dad: bourgeoisie sauce?
me: yeah, except its a small, so its a petit bourgeoisie sauce.
[this got laughs from the teachers and groans from the jocks. one of them actually said: "fuck, are we in school or somepin?"]

tarzan club at some casino: (yes, tarzan club)

girl, to jock: you're hot.
jock: want to touch?

i drove about 110 mph to get home.