My good buddy Todd came over to my house on Saturday, but because I had worked VERY late the previous night I was still knocked out at 1:00 in the afternoon. Now, in most cases the LOGICAL mind says "Hmmnn...poking the sleeping bear...AND he's my Pencak Silat teacher...Better just let that one be".
But Nooooo, Todd wakes me up and, for reasons known only to the darkest Gods of Hell, starts taking photos with his iPhone. I mean, talk about begging for it!
So I get up, chase his sorry ass downstairs and grab a broom enroute. Again, logical mind, rational thought, the damn flight or fight reflex, SOMETHING should have kicked in by now and told the little moron to STOP SHOOTING PICTURES BEFORE I'VE HAD MY COFFEE!! What does Todd do? Yeppers, he keeps shooting! So I go Jackie Chan on his ass with a broom handle, and I must say I got a couple of pretty good shots in. At this point Todd was trying to say "Steve Perry sent something for you & I was supposed to give it to you and take a picture of your reaction when you saw it!" Well, the little bastard should have annunciated better, but all he managed to squeek out was "Perry told me to!"
Dumb kid. Real dumb. Now you have me thinking that Steve Perry wanted you to wake me up and take a picture of me...That's an ass cut, prerequisite.
As I was preparing a fresh assault on Todd's noggin' I noticed (finally) he was trying to fend off my attack with a box of some sort. He finally thrust the box forward and said "Here! It's from Steve Perry! STOP HITTING MEEEEEE!!"
Oh.
Sorry.
So the box was a little long, and knowing the Old Man's humor I thought it would either be a penis pump or a 40 oz bottle of Schlitz Malt Liquor. I mean, I was halfway expecting to be a rubber snake, but as soon as I got the first side cut open & saw the covering, I knew what it was. Todd took a picture of that moment, and I was mercifully too engrossed in the gift to lamp him on the head again.
Steve Perry sent me a Keris. A black Keris.
There is a technical term for my reaction: Holy Shit.
For those of you who don't know what that is, here are a couple of pics I stole from his blog of the Keris he sent me. Todd will send me the other ones later off his iPhone & I'll post them.
It's beautiful.
This baby is the coup de grace, it is an unmatchable gesture, it's the grand slam in the world series of Christmas presents. It knocked me loopy for a few days.
So...I'm a little stuck now.
This trumps the living Hell out of what I got him.
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But this your gift to me, Kid. I don't need anything else.
awww.
Can I see the first set of waking up pictures too? Oh, I have a pretty good idea but they'd still be nice to see here.
MmmmmmmmAYbe. I think Todd was gonna publish 'em, but I will if he doesn't.
Can't get enough of my early morning Newmanesque "come-hither" beauty, eh? Well, I can hardly blame you. Some days it's all I can do just to look into a mirror...The complete Bobbe package is just too overwhelming. I see it all the time: I'll be walking along a shopping aisle, or down to the market to grab some garlic cloves and a few peppers, and the women will just be staring a hole in me...Secretly dressing me with their eyes...How naive do they think I am??!?
I was thinking more along the lines of "Hugo, the Zombie boy" from today's Lio comic strip. Google it.
But you're close
I posted some of the pictures on my blog.
I knew Caren was a gem but after seeing you on Saturday morning? Living with you should count as all 3 miracles...
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