Thread: You know you're average when...

Originally Posted by fishlocker

My home town.

You must live a few miles from the city now though, Fish.

I envy all the space you have in your garden and the nice countryside near you.

Actually I bought this at a yard sale. Yea that's it. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.

I recall as a young man of about eighteen going on the brewery tours for a free drink or three. Yea right. It was all you could stand back then with taste tests and surveys.

We wound up at the Hyatt for cocktail hour. I'll never forget the look on that bartenders face when I had my first oyster on the half shell. I almost lost my lunch and did all I could to keep that sucker down. Needless to say we were then asked to leave.
No I didn't puke we just weren't the kind of crowd they wanted there. Go figure.

A nice place for a stroll.

Reminds me of. Dilly can you, nevermind.

We were not alone. Almost though, so we thought. Was he getting paid? What was his angle and why was he here? The world may never know.
No, not the ants, silly. The guy with the fancy camera.

Aww shit, wrong thread.

You know you're average when, wait for it, yes you kick your own ass as in this next scene.

You know you're average when

Words, That is it.

You Know you are average when you dream of...

I'm not feeling a lot of support here. Perhaps it may have gained more traction if it were titled" I'm troubled and I damned well know why," I'm troubled and I damn well know why, damn well why.

Not like I sold short. You would not have read the book anyway.


the fish