Weather, 9-ball, and Jesse Jackson

Rain is ignorant. So is lightning. Three quarters of the lights just went out on my floor after one particularly loud bolt from the heavens. My computer is still going but what I’m really worried about is how I’m going to get my mid-day burrito without getting wet. I might have to wait until the rain dies down. The dark cubicle and the glow of my computor monitor on my face is making me sleepy. Or maybe it’s the fact that I played 9-ball on the big tables until midnight.

I hate 9-ball on the big tables. I’m no good at it. What made it even worse is that Shawn Allison was there and although he wasn’t laughing on the outside, deep down I know he was yucking it up. He asked if I’ve seen this person or that person or the other person lately. I said I see almost no one, I’m turning into a hermit.

Goddamn the sky is exploding with cracks of thunder. It sounds like God and Chuck Norris are playing a monstrous game of thumps. I imagine the rain is God’s tears as he struggles through the pain. I’ll have my burrito yet.

One final thought, I’d rather stay kidnapped than to be rescued by Jesse Jackson. Seriously. I mean, the valiant taste of death but once, but I’ll be damned if I listen to a rhyming preacher if I don’t have to. I can see it now:

Hezbollah: All your base are belong to us!

Mexigogue: Very well.

Hezbollah: However your release has been arranged. You are free to leave now with Jesse Jackson.

Mexigogue: No

Hezbollah: Say again?

Mexigogue: I don’t like Jesse Jackson. I would rather stay here.

Hezbollah: But. . . we might kill you.

Mexigogue: Are you going to say outlandish shit and rhyme while you do it?

Hezbollah: Um. No.

Mexigogue: Then that’s a chance I’m willing to take. Can I have another of your angry falafels please?

Man I need a burrito.

5 Responses to “Weather, 9-ball, and Jesse Jackson”

  1. Nice Rack says:

    Speaking of pool, I have won 25 out of 30 games with only 2 weeks left. I am in the lead for female MVP by 50 points. Bow down to the goddess of 8-ball! Kidding, I don’t want you on your knees anywhere near me. I should be able to go out on Saturday night, I close on the house tomorrow. Will keep you posted.

  2. mexi says:

    Where is the house???

  3. guy in the UNLV Jacket says:

    All your bases are belong to us rocks.

  4. guy in the UNLV Jacket says:

    nothing is better than all your bases belong to us

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