Mantastic - Voluntarily withdrew Oct.11

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Friday, October 06, 2000 - 05:20 pm Click here to edit this post
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Friday, October 06, 2000 - 05:13 pm Click here to edit this post
VOLUNTARILY WITHDREW FROM THE GAME OCT.11
Yesterday I bought a box of sports trading cards (the kind that used to come with bubblegum--no longer, alas), unwrapped a Cuban cigar I've been saving for a special occasion, and jumped in my car (who is named 'The Blue Nun' Why? Long story. Short version: she used to belong to The Sisters of Mercy of _____ City. When I bought her, she was fourteen years old, with only eighty thousand miles on the odometer. Gotta figure all of them were 'nun miles', i.e. 35 mph from the rectory to the church and back once a week. Halcyon blue. Probably blessed by a higher power. A holy conveyance. Cost two grand. I had to have her), and headed for the beach.

After work I dragged my haggard and bedraggled ass across an artichoke field, dodging irrigation sprinklers and wondering just how much pesticide one could absorb through the cracked soles of one's fifteen-year-old Doctor Martens steel-toed shoes without getting poisoned. Head-kickers, my colleagues at work call them.

At the edge of the field, the ground gave way to a dramatic cliff. The ocean smashed and crashed on the steep, sandy shore. No footprints in the sand of this isolated beach. Just the ork ork ork of sea lions and the smell of seaweed, rotting pleasantly in the salty air. No one knows about this spot but me.

Giant waves thundered offshore. Twenty-five and thirty footers, detonating onto the shallows and making the ground shake.

I scrambled down the cliff, cigar and sportscards gripped sweatily in each hand. Zippo in pocket. Very steep; me with a tenuous grip on the cliff flora. Almost fell twice.

Sat down leaning against a large piece of driftwood. Took off all my clothes. Lit up. Drew in the acrid, embargo'd smoke of a real Montecristo. Started packbusting.

Heaven.