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One night, a shitload of us went to the Franklin Institute to see Laser Pink Floyd at the planetarium. Everyone was tripping off something except for me. I don't know why I went, because laser light shows are lame unless you're hallucinating, and I knew that the only Pink Floyd they'd play would be The Wall. I hate The Wall. I've heard/seen it way too fucking much, and I hate it. Anyway, we were walking back, it was like January and fucking freezing out, and we were trying really hard to smoke a bowl in the arctic wind. Oh, and we were standing on the Market Street bridge over the river, so it was extra cold and windy. Not too smart, I know, but at least we got smarter. Eventually. Anyway, we're all freezing our nuts off, especially me because I wasn't tripping, so I say, "Man, it's really fucking cold out." As I try to light the bowl. Metal Kid turns to me, dead serious, and says, "You're Fucking Stupid." Cold=stupid. Got it. Of course, something like that can't be said without a certain amount of ridicule. Three people said, at the same time, "What Metal Kid? Shut up!" I'm glad I'm warm right now as I'm writing this, because I'm trying to sound super-smart. A side note worth mentioning, pretty much right after that, we were walking alongside 30th Street Station. I was in the front with someone, Metal Kid was in the middle, and two other people were in the back. The guy next to me, Steve, turned back to say something, and started busting out laughing. I turn around, and right next to Jak was this 80-year-old Korean homeless guy, drape blowing in the wind, running as fast as he can but still keeping pace with us walking, and he had this goofy open-mouthed (or toothless, I'm not sure) smile. We all started laughing hysterically, and when we looked up, he returned to the land of wind and ghosts as quickly as he came. Weird. Then I'm pretty sure Metal Kid said something stupid, like "peanut" or something. The end. |