So I sit on the front porch at Pete’s house and smoke – a lot. We do this. We sit and smoke and talk about all the B.S. we think is important. Sometimes it’s serious, sometimes – not so much.
I’ve named this blog Code Red Hat cuz one day Ron and Pete and I were sitting on the porch smoking and talking about all the fucked up shit we’ve done in our lives.
Ron: “Nothing was worse than that time I woke up in Cleavland in the back of a rental car with Terry in the front seat hand-cuffed and a cinder block strapped to his ankle.”
Me: “What’s so bad about that? You were hung over from his bachelor party.”
Ron: “We didn’t start the night in Cleavland. I still really don’t know how we got there.”
Pete: “Code Red Hat! Code Red Hat!”
Me & Ron: (stare at him like he’s and idiot for the outburst)
Pete: “What? Just text me “Code Red Hat” if you ever wake up in the morning lost in the desert, naked, wearing nothing but a red hat.”
Me & Ron: (silence)
Pete: “Look. You gotta have a contingency plan. Shit happens.”
That’s Pete for you. Reliable, steady and always willing to pick your sorry ass up if you ever wake up naked somewhere. Shit does happen. Lots of it. All the time. To all kinds of people – you and me included. So it’s kinda comforting to know that should just such an event happen – I’m covered.
For all the times when I’m not naked in the desert – well I have this place. Code Red Hat. It’s my virtual contingency plan for processing the BS in life that gets thrown at my fan. Even if no one is listening – or reading – it’s just good to get stuff out of your head – cuz more often than not – that’s the place you really do wake up and find yourself naked in the dessert.