Pace on Earth

Bye Bye Mon Cowboy

And the birthdays continue...

Dave "Acorn" Jackson is 23 dyslexic years old today. In dog years that is alot, but he's never been a dog.

Davey is truly one of the most genuine people you could ever have the pleasure of meeting. And I think this story pretty much sums up his honesty:
One fall in the mid-90's the boys took a trip to Bishop's for the Big Annual something. It was Halloween. They all brought costumes with them, some better then others. This year may have been the introduction of Gooch's classic Elvis c.78 jumpsuit but it was definitely the year Davey introduced us to Sherlock Holmes. He was decked out with a tweed trench coat, a makeshift magnifying glass, and two ball caps placed on his head in opposing directions to immitate Dr. Holmes' signature cap. Late in the evening Davey was having a conversation with a couple of young Bishop's co-eds when the conversation turned to costumes. For the sake of the story I'm going to assume they were both dressed up as sexy cowgirls. Dave, in his typicall manner, low-keyed his own effort. "I know my costume's not the best but....". The problem was that at this point he was in the bar, had checked his coat and misplaced his magnifying glass. So all he was wearing was two ball caps. When delivered in his down home diction it's hilarious I swear. Anywho, Happy Birthday Dale Jerkson!

Speaking of Jackson, word on the street is that he his heading for Europe at some point this summer. Rumours abound that he found his jacket and magnifying glass and is rekindling his role of Sherlock Holmes and is going off in search of the truth about French Fries. I thought they were invented in Florenceville but he swears it's Belgium. No shit.

Je suis comprends....

posted by Vitamin S @ 1:58 a.m.