burned

June 16, 2008

I remember this kid who lived down the street from us when we were kids.  His name was Gino Silva and he was the truest definition of “juvenile delinquent” that I’d ever met.  Well, one day, my brother and Gino and some other kids had found some type of large lizard which Gino had decided to keep as a pet.

Well, when they looked at it up close, it looked as if a bunch of ticks (or some other clingy parasite) had gathered on its neck.  Apparently, when boys find something like this, they need to incorporate their passion for burning things to remedy the situation.  In short, they tried to use a lighter to burn the little buggers off the neck of the reptile.  No, it didn’t sound smart before they did it and it just ended up making the lizard angry.  Sure, the things jumped off but it was pretty unsuccessful.

Meanwhile, Gino must have gotten bored with the whole thing because he decided to do something else with a different lighter.  He stuck it under the seat of my brother’s pants while Chris was bending over looking at the lizard.  Um, that was also something that didn’t sound smart.  The next thing I knew was that Chris was jumping up and down and running around while grabbing at the underside of the seat of his pants.  Gino “came to the rescue” by kicking Chris repeatedly in the butt to try to put the fire out.  The fire was extinguished and everybody just went back to goofing off, but I remember seeing the 1.5″ hole that was created.

Honestly, now.  What sort of idiot intentionally sets another kid’s pants on fire!?

Tales from Memory-land

June 16, 2008

I’m starting a new thing on my blog.  I’m going to occasionally write about an event that happened in Long Long Ago time.  There really isn’t a particular reason for this, other than to just get it written.  Maybe it’ll be a conversation starter for some friends.  Maybe my family members will read it and say, “I never knew that!”  Maybe my kids will find it in Google’s cache 20 years from now and say, “My dad was an idiot.”

differences

June 16, 2008

Melanie and I were talking about the differences between our two older boys a few days ago when we realized one major contrast.  While they both like to read books in bed well after the time they’re supposed to be asleep, they read different things.  David likes to read his Calvin and Hobbes books, whereas Byron is constantly getting busted with manuals.  Tonight it was the manual for the computer game Starcraft.  A few days ago he got caught reading his Cub Scouts manual.  It’s just funny to see the differences between two boys who have been raised by the same parents.

the horror of it all

June 16, 2008

I cannot think of any story that I’ve ever read that is more sad than this.  What on Earth is wrong with people today!?