I Can't Think of a Good Title

Well, I really didn't want to ever write about what I did today, with today applying to any day I decide to post something on this thing called a blog, and I won't. Instead I am going to write about my hometown. Not that Dalhart is interesting. Its not. There is nothing to do there. We don't even have a Wal-mart, we have an Alco's. Which is a cheap version of Wal-mart, which is kind of impossible since Wal-mart is supposed to be just a giant cheap store that puts all the little mom and pop stores out of business. Damn super convient store that has everything and will be the downfall of the great nation of Carneymanland!! Actually it won't be the downfall because Carneymanland will never allow Wal-marts inside our gates I mean borders. But we do have a bowling alley. Dalhart, I mean. Dalhart has a bowling alley. And a movie theater, although it is rather crappy. We do have a lake though. Its pretty nice if you dont go in the water. Bad stuff happens when you go in the water. Like death. Death is pretty bad. Usually. Occasionally it is good, like when you fly off a cliff in your friends/parents/arch nemisis's car. But the cliffs near Dalhart wouldn't be much fun to fly off of. Not high enough. Height is needed for a good crash and explosion. There is also the washout, which is a good place to go and learn history, like who slept with who, who graduated when, whose mother made the best cookies, whose mother had the best cookies; and all that done in colorfull art type writing. Then there is the always fun-run from the law- fourwheelers arent allowed on public roads-speech. And the fine that follows.
Officer: Good after noon fellas. Didn't you see me back in town trying to get you to stop?
Us: Uh, no sir, sure didnt.
Officer: Then why did yall take off down those alleys and try to hide behind the dumpster?
Us: Uhm, it was hot and the dumpster provided good shade.
Officer: Well, even though I did the same thing as a kid, Im gonna hafta write you a ticket for illegal use of a sidewalk. Oh, and next time you need some weed, just give me a call, you know Ive got the best stuff.
Us: No thanks man, its still a little weird to buy it from you.
Totally did not make that last part up. Actually happened. Several officers "retired" because of that. Not the riding fourwheelers part, the weed part. Dumbass cops. Thats another thing you can count on in Dalhart, cops ruining all the fun. Once had some try to give us all citations for an "illegal assembly," during lunch. At a park. With no real cause. Except to eat. At the picnic tables. I swear theres a conspiracy there somewhere. Ok, Im off to get some sleep. Hopefully I wont get arrested for illegal use of a pillow or something. Laters