Robin Williams football team

I guess I don't have much in the way of a story. I was in high school, Samohi, to be precise. People were wandering down hallways and giving greetings to one another. It was football season and everyone was concerned with choosing up teams. I had shaved my head, which I just did last night in real life, coincidentally. I saw RJ Leon in the hallway, also sporting a shaved head. 

"White power," I said in a voice which, after the fact, I worried may not have conveyed the fact that I was joking. 

I wandered on down the hallways, in search of my team. I watched as a semi-truck, with a giant mousetrap lever-like contraption protruding out of the side of it, swept up a student and carried him off. This was a common occurrence and the reason for which most football teams were always short-staffed. 

"Damn," said Robin Williams, captain of my new prospective team, "Truck got another one. We'll need to replace him." 

I figured this meant he was recruiting me, so I followed him on down the hall, mindful of the sweeper/reaper trucks. 

See, I told you there wasn't much of a story there. All for the best. I have another day to get through, so I may as well be about it. I've been harvesting cannabis for the last 3 weeks straight. It's become a tedious, boring job which I can't do for more than a few hours at a time without eyestrain becoming a problem. 

I know it sounds like a guy in paradise complaining that there are too many coconuts, but that is exactly how it is. Coconuts here, coconuts there. If I never see another bloody coconut, I'll be a happy camper. No, on second thought, I'm sure I'll find something else to bitch about.