Rainy Weekends

Latigo Flint loves rainy weekends. When the heavens choose to coat Saturday and Sunday with a heaping serving of precipitation, Latigo Flint joyfully responds with a Clint Eastwood western movie marathon, viewed without interruption and in chronological order of course.

Usually right around the time Clint is forcing a town to paint itself red while he gives piggyback rides to a gun-toting midget (which would be approximately 19 straight hours into the marathon) is when Latigo Flint completely looses his mind. He starts screaming instructions to the TV, ("LOOK OUT BEHIND YOU MY LEIGE!!!") rocking back and forth, throwing plates, things of that nature. Then Latigo Flint downs a bottle of whiskey, two handfuls of barbiturates, and sleeps until Monday morning.

But not last weekend. Oh it rained, and Latigo Flint started his traditional movie marathon, and around the typical time the whiskey and barbs were consumed but this time Latigo Flint didn't go to sleep. Instead Latigo Flint donned a recently purchased serape, (Latigo Flint's serape collection is considered by many to be among the finest anywhere outside of Mexico.) and went for a lovely stroll to downtown El Monte and back, a total of 47 miles.

Or to be more accurate, Latigo Flint is pretty sure it was lovely. Truth be told he remembers very little of it. There is a slim chance Latigo Flint shot a hobo to death in a muddy field behind an abandoned South Pasadena warehouse but with the exception of that, the memory fragments are all quite pleasant.