One time (my last time) we went down into the tunnels with some older kids. They were all just sitting around near the entrance , too cool I suppose to go all the way in. Maybe they had done it too many times...I don't know. So I crawl in, and I find this huge baseball sized piece of tarmac. It's gotta be 6 lbs. I guess I just wanted to see how far I could hurl it down the tunnel. I wound up and fucking chucked it like I really meant it. I remember the screaming. It seemed like the screams began the exact moment the rock left my my hand. I had hit the oldest, biggest and toughest of the boys right in the temple with my overhand asphalt curveball. He cried like a much younger kid I thought.........but in his defense , there was a shitload of blood. Blood. Blood . Blood. His blood. Everywhere. I also remember thinking if this kid doesn't come to kill me in the next few days, his parents will. After a week of worry, I sort of forgot about it. I hadn't heard he died, or that he was looking for me. So I took that as great news. I haven't hit anyone with rocks ever since.
Yesterday I was on Facebook chatting with some dude from Belgium. He informs that there is now an 8th Trappistine bier. I was like 'cut the crap'..........for realsies? There is now an 8th Trappist monestary/brewery . Although it's not in Belgium, like those posers at De Koningshoeven in the Netherlands. (i'm just screwing around) but this one is in Austria. I can't speak to the deliciousness of the beer but I do know one thing. There is not a crappy Trappist beer. Chimay is creamy good . Orval, even tastier. Westmalle Trippel being the best beer ever to pass my lips, but I can't wait to taste this .
I think me, Jimmi and Tom are going to have to pay another visit to the beer bistro soon.