Jack has always adhered to a different kind of etiquette than everyone else I know. Its not a bad etiquette. It is far from rude and I don't think anyone who knows Jack even a little would call him thoughtless. But he was always the guy that would just disappear from the party without saying a word and go home and read a book or something. Poof, Jacks gone again. He's always had that tantalizing quality: you can't nail him down.
One night, I think the night Primo slid through my puke in his Spurs Rodman jersey, the night I told Maria she was the devil while wearing a kilt, the night of so many earth-shattering events, Jack disappeared again. Only this time someone noticed pretty quickly and a small search party was formed. They found him passed out in nothing but his shiny, gold surf trunks in the bushes along the fairway of the 9th hole on Montecito golf course. From that night on any shiny surf trunk was called a "bushsleeper."
This is a large format camera reproduction of a photo I took one morning in our house in Summerland.
I also have this photo framed and is one of my most prized possessions as such.
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We found Jack asleep in a bush and took him home. Apparently he decided to go running in flip-flops. Not only did Primo slide in your puke, he also made a big pile of macaroni puke near the church he attended the next day. A whole box of regurgitated macaroni. That Primo, he's disgusting.
Jack is always going running at the oddest times.
I can't wit for him to be restricted by the New York Marathon next week.
It is just going to make him fidget having to run on some one else's clock, I just know it.
ah, salinas! good times. i remember it all in slow motion. holding toddy's hair...beat...out of the corner of my eye i see primo running over to the barn...beat...he starts to slide...beat...i yell out "NOOOOO!"...beat...it's too late and primo/rodman will now be immortalized in story.
pounding that bottle of tequilla so that darned german (who rightfully paid his third) could not have any sure was a bad idea. thanks a lot casson. i'm sure it was your idea. i'd never come up with something so foolish.
Didn't you guys ever wear shirts?
A more apt question might be: did we ever wear shoes?
Wait, there was a German?
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