tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post114419426473092236..comments2024-03-18T20:41:39.140-07:00Comments on C. E. Chaffin's Blog: We Move into the Former Home of a Slacker-StonerC. E. Chaffinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02639448512282317750noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-1144909723850874112006-04-12T23:28:00.000-07:002006-04-12T23:28:00.000-07:00Dear Anonymous,It's true I grew up in HB and also ...Dear Anonymous,<BR/><BR/>It's true I grew up in HB and also true that on occasion I may have had to eat a dry appetizer, though I don't recall this specific incident. I do remember the German restaurant in HB and attending Oktoberfest there, but I really wish you'd write me privately and let me in on the joke, or recollection. I'm a manic-depressive grandpa on a hell of a lot of medications right now, and your laser-like memory may help restore part of my lost life.<BR/><BR/>Hope to hear from you,<BR/><BR/>Craig Erick ("Crazy Craig" at Marina HS) <BR/><BR/>CEC. E. Chaffinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02639448512282317750noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-1144832745699191632006-04-12T02:05:00.000-07:002006-04-12T02:05:00.000-07:00Once, while lazily speeding north on the I5, liste...Once, while lazily speeding north on the I5, listening to the World Series blare from tinny speakers, a man and a nearly man were lit up by the CHP. There was a swerve--not necessarily caused by the beers in the cooler in the back seat, but caused by the thumb-to-index finger exchange of the tiniest tube of fire, smoke, and mind-blanket herb we could muster. Fearfully yet with humor, the nearly man said to the man, "Shit. Cop. Eat the joint."<BR/><BR/>After explaining away the swerve as jubilance over an Oriole run to win the game--as if he really cared--the nearly-man was given a passing score on the finger-nose-tiptoe pop quiz that one can never study hard enough for. With an admonition to keep the beer in the cooler, the pair happily sped off to strange Bavarian lands in Huntington Beach where beer flowed endlessly from the taps, ending its October journey splashing off the porcelain onto clean tennis shoes. Barely seconds into their Octoberfest destiny, the nearly-man asks for the dope.<BR/><BR/>"I ate it," you replied.<BR/><BR/>Up until that day, I thought it was only an expression, but you set me straight (so to speak). How we didn't get arrested then or at 2:00 am shouting outside your buddy's apartment in HB, I'll never know. Drunks and idiots, I guess.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-1144781696041409492006-04-11T11:54:00.000-07:002006-04-11T11:54:00.000-07:00http://www.worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-fro2.htm"From ...http://www.worldwidewords.org/qa/qa-fro2.htm<BR/><BR/>"From whence we came"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14879983.post-1144243271835496922006-04-05T06:21:00.000-07:002006-04-05T06:21:00.000-07:00Yea... we have problems with meth addicts in our q...Yea... we have problems with meth addicts in our quiet city. At least stoners seem to be less agressive.Cyn Bagleyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08404416186783891402noreply@blogger.com