Raintree apartments, a rake, shaving cream and a wig

I remember an evening in Provo while living at raintree apartments that required running through the complex me with a golf sandtrap rake ('borrowed' from a golf course in Vacaville California) and Crispy with a wig, shaving cream, and if I do recall, he had saran wrapped half his body.  We break out the front door at full sprint, me chasing Crispy who is shreaking wildly.  I think we ran around the pool, hopped the creek and went back to the apartment.  I think the whole event lasted 45 seconds perhaps.  I do remember it vividly though.  Funny to think that 20 years later I can remember 45 seconds of my life.  It was the same evening that I set the cookbook on fire on the stove.  Good times.

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[christian]

I do recall that episode. I think it was an iteration of the 'Mad Dog' phase I was going through after deciding that I liked the cool, refreshing feel of shaving cream on my face for no good reason. Not like I was shaving or anything. I don't think that started up in earnest until I was 27.

That episode was also right in the middle of our most fervent dry ice bombing days. Those were dark days (for our Raintree neighbors, not us)