It's a monument. It's a statue of remembrance. It's a visual representation of one of the most random nights of my entire life. It's a little bit ridiculous; it's a can of Red Bull energy drink.
Sixteen hours late of my rude awakening for my AM job, I found myself driving out to Nickel City Arcade with a few awesome people from Elmhurst. We weren't strangers to this journey, but we were strangers to Jeremy printing out directions involving the tollway.
When I drove up to the booth, I handed the guy a dollar, and rather than reaching to make that little flimsy stick change direction, he reaches over and out and hands me three fresh cans of Red Bull. He says, “You guys like these, right?” Hell yeah, we like those. Thanks, man.
So we drive off, drink the GloryJuice, have an awesome time at the arcade with parachute men and nunchucks, and wake up completely unpoisoned the next morning. It was, indeed, glorious.
I think I'll question to the day I die just why this guy chose us to give those drinks to. In the meantime, all I can think about is how humanity isn't all bad, no matter what high school has so desperately tried to teach me all these years. Lesson learned: not all people suck. Sometimes.
I just felt like this sort of event couldn't go untold.
2 comments:
That is absolutely awesome.
But what's MORE awesome is that you reminded me how great of a writer you are and how much I like to write
Is it irnonic that I've been listening to Brand New all day on a whim?
Haha thanks, Dustin! I love your stuff too, you really should write more. It always makes me feel the need to be intellectual about something. It's nice.
And, possibly! BUT. You need to find a couple blank CD's or hijack one of your friend's flash drives, cause you're missing half the experience. Half, Dustin. Half!
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