Whe travelling with three of your best friends on your way to Phoenix for Cactus League baseball, be sure to stop at your parents’ house and lift a 5 gallon bucket full of golf balls from your dad’s garage. Load them into the back of your buddy’s Cherokee along with an old beater golf club or two.
Drink Budweiser profusely en route, despite seeing numerous people handcuffed and sitting on the curb while their car was being roadside searched by the Utah fuzz.
When you reach the Navaho Nation, and the sun is going down behind the sandstone monuments on the horizon, and you’re hazy but feeling good, pull over.
From the side of the road, knock golf balls as far into the distance as you can. When you do this, you are committing an act of international littering—literally launching trash from the edge of one sovereign nation to another.
Enjoy.
3 responses so far ↓
1 tone // Mar 1, 2003 at 11:01 am
stop – you’re getting me all nostalgic and teary.
2 Elliott // Mar 3, 2003 at 3:05 pm
Ah yes, we did have a knack for pushing our luck on that trip. Do you remember on night, late, when we were driving from Tempe to our campsite, drinking tall boy Budweisers and {edited because I’m a chicken}, that we were tailgaited, to the county line, by what could only have been a cop? Who else follows a car with out-of-state plates to the county line and turns around?
What was that album? Not Cypress Hill, but the other one, with Dres and Mr. Long, the North Carolina rappers? It’s funny, but I have had parts of it in my head for the last few weeks.
“Dres – D. R. E. S.
blib id ee blubber dart
And if it’s alright with you
I’ll rip this whole place apart…”
3 L.C. // Apr 30, 2005 at 5:48 pm
What is wrong with you people?!
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