the deck
Spent all of today painting the deck with wood stain/weather seal for my mom. I got kind of high and disoriented from 7+ hours of exposure to the fumes. I was laying on the drive-way talking to tony on the phone and it felt so great to be one with the hard cool cement. There is a certain liberating feeling found in laying down where no man should sensibly find comfort. - Laying on the cement or asphalt. Incidently, asphalt in new zealand was pronounced ash-falt. In retrospect I wonder if everyone just thought I was throwing around some vulgar American curse-word whenever i made mention of the ass-falt.
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- 11/10/2004 05:02:00 PM
- by Benji
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