So first the hitch hiking fiasco. On my way back to DBU after a wonderful spring break, I arrived at the intersection next to my school at around 2 hours after the sun had set. I sat behind this car who's blinker was on to turn left, but they weren't moving despite there being no oncoming traffic keeping me stuck behind them wanting to turn right on this little two lane road. Suddenly, this hand pops out of their window and waves me past them indicating something is amiss. Being the good ol' Texan boy I am, I pull up next to them and roll down the window to inquire if they need a hand.
Now, as I've mentioned I'm returning from spring break and the car is filled to the gills with my stuff PLUS a very nice couch in the bed of the truck that I had purchased from Craig's list for $25. The guy in the call asks if I can drive him down to a gas station. I have no problem with this and agree expecting one person to jump in and have me drive them to the closest gas station. Instead, however, two guys hope out and climb into the truck. These two guys were, in a word, gangsters. They explained that they were headed to a show to perform in a contest as rappers. I had picked up a couple of rapper gangsters. No worries, I'll drive them down the nicely light highway, stop at a well attended gas station, and return them to their vehicle.
Such was not to be the case. They ask me to go down this road that might best be described as desolate. After a minute or two I stumble across their two gangster rapper buddies who hope into the bed of the pickup with the couch. It gets better. The road hits a detour and I go from desolate to beyond desolate as I enter dirty Dallas. I finally arrive at a gas station, let them get some gas, and hop on the highway rather than drive back down nowheresville. Some good came from this situation that could have been extremely bad, however, I did share the gospel with them a little. They politely listened and promptly dismissed it, but at least they got to hear it.
They say that pride comes before fall, but no one ever mentions that pride comes also before hot lips. After my Chinese class today, a friend of mine stops me on my way into the dorm and claims to have a challenge for me. He tells me that in the take out box in his hands are several pieces of chicken that are incredibly hot. He warns me not to get too close to the box as he opens it least the smell makes my eyes water. Well, with such a challenge I reached in the box without hesitation the moment it was wide enough to get my hand in and took a big old bite from a piece of chicken! I told him it wasn't too bad as I took another bite. His friend stood awed by my tongue of steel and told me that he found it so spicy that he hadn't been able to take a full bite and his voice had been cracking ever since. I laughed and proudly declared I was from San Antonio and such a piece of chicken was merely slightly spicy.
Meanwhile, in my mind the words "SHUT UP! SHUT UP! STOP TALKING AND LET ME PUT OUT THE FIRE THAT IS NOW MY MOUTH!" were racing through my mind. But upon hearing such praise from this guy I never met I just finished off my chicken wing with a final bite and proudly deposited the remains in the closest garbage can. I calmly walked to my dorm room and ripped the door off my fridge as I scrambled for water. Unfortunately, the water had frozen in the back of my fridge and I grabbed a slim fast praying that the milk like properties it contained would sooth the fire and brimstone off my tongue. It did nothing to assuage my torment. Yes, TORMENT. I have never felt such burning agony in my mouth before. Not even when I had that bad habanero pepper. Frantically I scoured my roommates desk looking for the loaf of bread he had pilfered from the cafeteria. At LAST I found the bread and with a single slice erased all suffering from my lips and mouth. Pride surely comes before hot lips.
Finally, and of most notable interest. I have entered into an arrangement to raise money for a friend's missionary trip this summer. The deal is for each week I stay a certain way people promise to pay a certain amount of money. So, I chose to shave my head. And each week I keep it shaved hopefully people will pledge to support me. Here's some before and after shots.
A full head of hair
Buzz Cut!
A close shave!
The final product!
2 comments:
Great picture of you....you just called and said you were uploading pics, and that I should see them. I'm not going to like them, am i????
Maybe I'll just go to bed, and see them tomorrow.....
Sigh. I love you, hair or no hair.
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