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Drama in Real Fucking Life II
So my friend Lee, who took me to the driving range last weekend (see 5/27/02's log) went golfing with his friend Alex two days ago. Alex was teeing off on the seventh hole of what should have been a pleasant, uneventful, nine holes of golf.
Alex swung at the ball and only "topped" it, hitting the top of the ball so as instead of flying through the air for 150 yards (or so), it merely hits the ground in front of the tee with enough top spin to roll about 50 yards.
And roll the ball did. Pretty quickly, too, as Alex is a big guy, a weightlifter.
As Lee and Alex watched the ball roll across the green at high speed, a gopher poked his head up out of the ground. The two golfers heard the faint, yet unmistakable, sound of gopher skull cracking.
Holy shit.
Lee and Alex hopped in their golf cart and arrived at the scene long enough to see the gopher in the last throes of a death shake.
No word as to whether Alex received a free round of golf, or what they did with the deceased gopher. I so wish I was there to see it happen.
< Hey, Alex, how 'bout some target practice?***
I love local music. Even without a musical background, talent, etc... I still go to a lot shows. Even though I don't write for Jam Magazine anymore, I still try to do CD reviews (of which I'm painfully backlogged in doing). Bands I plan on seeing in the future (that I've never seen):
Kaddisfly
Netochka
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