XXXII ODB POV

Author: ODB

The first thing that jumps out to me when I think of the weekend is of getting shot in the stomach by Diamond. When he texted me that he he was on his way and had an awesome surprise for me, I was very excited, and ran down to great him upon arrival. The next thing I see is what appears to be an AK-47 slinging a hail of pellets. It felt like I was back in ‘Nam, or perhaps the victim of a drive-by shooting in my own hood. I was barely XXXII, and saw my entire brief life flash before my eyes – which was kinda cool.

I drank the pain away, and opened the rest of my gifts, which included a XXX Tshirt emblazoned with an eagle and the American flag, and inexplicably also included butterflys. Its like a redneck woman designed a custom airbrush for the tailgate of her F150. It is glorious and matches the red New Era July 4 Edition Braves hat B Rich gave me. Also included was a Tupac VHS tape documentary which I cant wait to watch as soon as I find a VHS player. Diamond came through with 2, countem 2, pairs of Frogskins. There was also copious amounts of alcohol including Hypnotic, a bottle of Crown, and some South GA Plantation Vodka. That is not slang for moonshine, this is real vodka.

We spend the weekend drinking, barefooting, surfing, and blowing the local rednecks minds when the Lee Brothers put on a wakeboarding clinic the likes which have never been seen on the Flint River. We rounded out the evening with a trip to “The Bayou” where rumor has it you can get a $1 bikini lap dance if you go on the right night, or if you wait until your waitress is sufficiently hammered. All in all a glorious time. Look for the videos to come in the near future.

 

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