POOLSIDE 6-23-03
All I wanted to do today was sleep, sketch for my paintings, and swim. I got all my drawing materials together and swim gear. Got my pool pass, dropped JEN off at work, and went to our pool. I wouldn't even mention this, because it's such a non event, but the guy at the desk at the pool community center was a fucking jerk.
"Is the pool open?" I asked.
This being the first decent day for a swim, and considering it's summer.
"This pool ain't open till Saturday." He said, with the most retarded, condescending tone you could imagine.
I wish I could put this guy's moron voice into a MPEG file and send it to you, because it's hard to explain. Combine a Long Island / Brooklyn accent, with a slack jawed yokel from the deep south. I wanted to wrap my fist with my towel and sucker punch his last tooth out.
It wasn't just that I was hot as hell, and was in the mood for a swim, it was that this guy had to be a Dick to cap it off. Don't you just hate it when you are in a good mood, listening to tunes in the car, ready to relax, and then one guy has to be a DICK for no reason, and throw a funk into your mood. Bummer, on the way home I got a phone call for a sweet job, pulled over and took down the notes, so all is well. I picked Jen up later, and at night Icaught this great special on the History Channel about the history of comic book superheros.
Just another day in the life of an Art Juggernaut.
-Cojo