produce

i love this time of the year. i love it. leaves fall. the breeze cools. pumpkins and squash adorn front porches. the smell of wood lingers in the night air. it is good. dad an i went to see a living legend on saturday. gallagher. the guy who smashes stuff. produce. a living legend. it was a night i will not soon forget. i performed in front of a sold-out crowd. i was a tree. a maple tree. i told a joke about a turtle and shared a wet dogfood and pepto bismol pie with my new found friend. shook his hand. i had 2 litres of coca-cola shot up my nose... and delivered his barely filled glass of tequila. it was fairly incredible. dad laughed. we both were hit with mustard, mashed potatoes, chocolate cake, sauerkraut, corn, rice, flour, cottage cheese, lettuce, butter, soda, and of course watermelon. gallagher left the stage covered in slop and only wearing underwear. we left the theatre entertained, slightly exhausted from the evenings festivities and longing to build our very own sledgeomatic. oh... and dad lost twenty bucks.