Gin Master wrote: The young hate is brash and pissed at the stupidity of @Fers. But let it fester in the cask a few more years and you'll have some truly mature, complex hate. PL54 is like a 18-yo scotch in terms of Couch hate.
Sometimes you have to speed up the fermentation.
A Case of Dumbass by Edgar Allan PL54
THE thousand injuries of the drones I had borne as I best could, but when he ventured upon insult I vowed revenge. You, who so well know the nature of my soul, will not suppose, however, that gave utterance to a threat. At length I would be avenged; this was a point definitely, settled --but the very definitiveness with which it was resolved precluded the idea of risk. I must not only punish but punish with impunity. A wrong is unredressed when retribution overtakes its redresser. It is equally unredressed when the avenger fails to make himself felt as such to him who has done the wrong.
It must be understood that neither by word nor deed had I given Couch cause to doubt my good will. I continued, as was my wont, to smile at his insults, and he did not perceive that my smile now was at the thought of his immolation.
He had a weak point -- this Couch -- although in other regards he was a man to be respected and even feared. He prided himself on his connoisseurship in broads, bottles, and domains. Few Californians have the true virtuoso spirit. For the most part their enthusiasm is adopted to suit the time and opportunity, to practise imposture upon the weak minded douchebags and hot soccer moms so frequent in those sunny environs. In gait,grooming, and erudition Couch, like his fellow left Coasters, was a quack, but in the matter of old Gymnastic injuries he was sincere. In this respect I did not differ from him materially; --I was experienced in both injury and alchohol, and preferred the icy chillednectar of the Juniper bush to a grueling workout whenever I could not forebear.
It was about dusk, one evening during the supreme madness of the carnival season, that I encountered my friend. He accosted me with excessive warmth, for he had been drinking much. The man wore motley. He had on a tight-fitting parti-striped dress, and his head was surmounted by the conical cap and bells. I was so pleased to see him that I thought I should never have done wringing his hand.
I said to him --"My dear Couch, you are luckily met. How remarkably well you are looking to-day. But I have received peer reviewed, correlated, and allegedly conclusive Fitness data that passes for Science, and I have my doubts."
"How?" said he. "Conclusive, Peer reviewed? Impossible! And in the middle of the carnival!"
"I have my doubts," I replied; "and I was silly enough to pay the full Buddy Lee Jumprope cert price without consulting you in the matter. You were not to be found, and I was fearful of continuing in my morbid obesity and weak underperformance."
"Peer Reviewed?"
"I have my doubts."
"Correlated?"
"And I must satisfy them."
"allegedly conclusive Fitness data?"
"As you are engaged, I am on my way to Greg Everett's upcoming symposium in Sunnyvale. If any one has a critical turn it is he. He will tell me --"
"Everett cannot tell Data from Sherry."
"And yet some fools will have it that his brillaince is a match for your own.
"Come, let us go."
"Whither?"
"To the Summit." (props to Kreator)[citation missing]
To be continued...In pace requiescat!
"Start slowly, then ease off". Tortuga Golden Striders Running Club, Pensacola 1984.
"But even snake wrestling beats life in the cube, for me at least. In measured doses."-Lex
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