Brad taught me something last night. I had this odd pet... I don't know what the hell it was, but it started off small and soft and lively. Damn thing kept getting out of the little pen I made for it. I needed to put it somewhere so I could build the right kind of cage for it. I needed something with smooth sides so that it couldn't climb out, but I couldn't let go of it without fear it would get loose. I set it in a bucket for the time being, but I realized that what was in the bucket might not be good for it. I pulled it back out right away, but it was covered in filth, and I thought I needed to wash it quickly. While trying to wash the fur and not hurt it, it somehow turned into an insect. Now it was some kind of a beetle or cockroach-looking thing. Not that I cared for it any less... I was really worried, and the water was not only not helping, but it seemed like it was bad for it. The body was kind of translucent, and I could see it was full of water and muck. I turned it ass-end up and gently squeezed, and this slimey bubble came out of its mouth. Another squeeze and the muck was out. I gently dried its segmented body off while it lay sort of wheezing and very lethargic. I really fucked up. Then Brad was there. I showed him my little pet... showed him how the eyes were luminescent. I explained that I couldn't keep the thing in a pen. Then he showed me his pets... their whole bodies gave off light. I was looking down at them inside this hot-bag, you know... those bags they put hot foods in at the grocery store, lined in aluminum? They were in there with some pretzels. Brad showed me the bag, and it had an opening in the side. There was a panel cut and folded down into the bag. He said that, as long as they had food, they were content to stay in the bag and he didn't worry about them. He knocked on the bag by the opening and said that they respond to that and come out. Since they were of the same family as my pet, I should be able to do the same thing. Two or three of them came to the opening, and Brad lifted them out and set them down. They were sort of pedastal-like on the bottom, and there was a human torso that could extend and retract out of the pedastal. They looked like they could be pretty mean. My little guy was moving very sluggishly towards them, and one of them was looking very intently at him. As he was trying to crawl by, that one reached down with a hand that was simply a half-ring and pushed at my little guy curiously. I was very nervous because my guy was weak from my screw-up, but Brad said he wouldn't hurt him.
That was the end of my dream. Until last April, Brad was always someone I thought I would teach.
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Kris (not verified)
Mom says
Thu, 01/29/2009 - 9:55amMom says you can't blame her spaghetti sauce this time.
marianne
Teaching Brad
Thu, 02/05/2009 - 10:54amYea, I thought I had more to give than get from Brad too. An ego is a funny thing.
I wonder how many other people I'm not learning from?
patrick
ya know...
Fri, 02/27/2009 - 11:53pmI went to a memorial a few months ago. This guy was into anything with a motor. Nice guy, if not a little too enthusiastic at times. He was planning on getting a bike to race supermoto with us this year.
At the service was a woman I know... I used to walk up to her restaurant on Sunday mornings and get a gyros omelet. Apparently Jamie ate there every day for lunch. She told me that he was always bringing in articles and examples of ways that she could run her restaurant greener. I never would have thought of him being the slightest bit concerned with anything other than cars and motorcycles.
You never know.