Saturday was a great day. Set out to do nothing, with the exception of mowing the lawn and washing my truck. Played the XBOX for a while, and decided to mow the lawn before I took a shower. So, I fired up the trusty Toro, and made a path for the back yard. The mower sounded as if someone had poured sugar in the gas tank. I made two passes at the lawn, and the mower died a quick death.
When I pulled the rip cord to bring it back to life, it just sputtered black smoke. Again! Nothing, but black smoke. So, dejected, I pushed that big, red piece of self-propelled shit up the hill and into the garage.
Since I pulled my Envoy out of the garage to get to the lawn mower, I decided to wash it. Looks better, and the big pile of bird poo is now off of the passenger side of the windshield. As I backed it in the garage, I noticed that the wife's ride looks like it could use a bath. Washed that off as well. Considerably more bug carcass on that car, but it looks a bit better than before.
After I took a shower, I sat on my ass for a while doing nothing. Sharon told me to go read a book. Since I do what I'm told, I grabbed a book that I received for Christmas, and have not read yet - Choke. The book is by the author of Fight Club, Chuck Palahnik.
This may be the first time that I have sat and read a 293 page book from cover to cover. The lead character, Victor Mancini, is a true Shit Weasel. Med school dropout who pretends to choke on food, in order for others to pretend to save him; consequently giving him money as they feel compelled to continue to save him.
On top of that, he's a sexaholic, and leaves his insane mother in a home to wither away and die. His best friend is a constant jerk-off freak. He locks himself in the stocks at a 1700's theme park, in order to keep his hands off of his johnson.
The book is an easy read, but with that said, there is great imagery, character development, and a big "fuck you" surprise. One of my favorite passages discusses how the friend, determined to not whack-a-mole on himself, decides to pick up a rock for each day he's "sober". He fills Victor's house with rocks - in the refridgerator, in the dishwasher, on the couch, on other side of Victor's bed, in the microwave.
In the middle of the book, I took a break to see if the shitwagon mower wanted to play nice. It did, so I mowed the rest of my yard. The sun was starting to set over Awesome Ada, so I decided against weed whacking, and came in. Sharon said that I should shower, as I stunk of grass, dog poo, and sweat. Since I was more concerned about finishing the book, I bagged the shower, and finished reading.
Never left the house yesterday. Awesome.