December 20th, 1999
Yo-ho-ho and all that Xmas stuff,
Just back from Henderson Kentucky with a brand new story designed to raise those little hairs on the back of your neck. A big shout out to Skepson for e-mailing me the initial info on the subject.
Ready for Y2K? We're getting ready to batten down the hatches over here at Freak central. I joke about it but Jason went out and bought a semi-automatic rifle.
"What up with that?" I asked him.
"Self defense in case society breaks down" he answered through his beard covered mouth.
(oh yeah I shaved mine off. I kept catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror and wondering who that was looking at me.)
So needless to say Jason is staying at home with his batteries, cans of peanut butter and rolls of toilet paper for New Year's Eve. For a Xmas gift I'm giving him water purifying tablets. Thoughtful ain't I?
Hey something that's been bugging me lately is what do we call the next decade? I mean the last one was the eighties, this is the nineties (at least for another week) but what will the new decade be?
. .the naughts?
. . . .the zips?
. . .the double 0's?
See, while everyone has been concerning themselves with this Y2K problem, no one has thought about the serious stuff except me. Oh well . . .I guess it's my lot in life.
Well if Y2K does happen, society crumbles and Jason becomes the feudal lord of Central Florida this may be the last time I get to talk to ya. Be good and remember not to shoot the looters until you can see the whites of their eyes.
hurdy gur,
Derek "the surfing serf" Barnes
