The next I saw Robin was at work. She hadn't told me where she lived, so, that was the only place I was going to find her.
One thing I must point out, from this point on, my times with Robin are going to seem slightly small and insignificant in comparison to other parts of my stories.
Main Reason: My full blown journey into a haze filled life of drugs, alcohol, MORE drugs and drug abuse was beginning. During all my black outs and prayers to the porcelain god, I never forgot her, no matter how fucked up I got.
Anyway, we used to flirt a lot during work and she would stop on occasion for a visit and we would sit and talk and just enjoy each others company. T'was a new experience to me.... and I enjoyed it :)
Actually, one thing I do remember about the non-work hours of the store was standing outside
in the side parking lot, away from the customers, and the entire grocery crew getting FUCKED-UP! before the shift started and, for some, when the shift ended.
This one night in particular, the assistant manager came out with us, scolded us for A- getting ripped on company property and B- not giving him a beer and joint when we saw him coming.
He said if we had done that, he would have been to busy to bitch. I liked him :-D
Anyway, when we would sit there and do whatever it was we were doing, and, on some nights, Robin and I would stand on opposite sides of the group, not speaking to each other, and just stare at each other intently. She had the most wonderful way of staring at you with such an angelic smile and childish look that would make me melt on the spot. She looked at my soul and seemed to look at my future. I was so entranced, I couldn't move. You could have cut me with a chainsaw while I looked at her and I would have never felt it. Her look alone was an out of body experience.
The others eventually would catch on and try to interrupt, as ass wipes do, but, they too, realized it was a futile attempt. We could just sit and stare at each other for hours on end and never say a word and smile little kid smiles and never have to speak.
Some of us had another work tradition; we would finish 3rd shift at 7am, although I worked 2nd shift and was finished by 12:30 am, I would still be there at times.
Actually, it worked like this: I would go to work at 4:30 in the afternoon. When I took by break, I would go home, get high, pick up Tracy and he would drive me back to work ( it was my car) and then come in at 11:30pm. At 12:30am, I would go home....... and get high and drink until 2:30am when I would go back to work, pick him up, go back home, then he would have the car to get home in the morning. Sometimes, I would keep the car and go pick him up. On fridays, payday, I would pick him up at 7am, we would get our checks at work, hit the beer isle and be a 6-pack down(EACH) before we left the parking lot.
Sometimes, the grocery crew, including Robin, would come be there at 7am and we would have a party and be fucked by 8am and leave about noon...... to start the weekend ;-)
I didn't care for sleep back the. Too much stuff to do :-D
Robin said to me one day that she was going to be at a friends house on the east side in an apartment complex near the airport called Greenbriar Estate. Also known as "Uzi Ally".
A fitting name, to be sure.
Anyway, I decided to make a surprise visit. We found the apartment she was at, knocked on the door and, surprisingly enough, was let into an apartment full of women and one guy. Poor man :). The FIRST thing Tracy and I saw was an AB-SO-LUTELY GORGEOUS redhead!
My GOD! Was she beautiful! And she staring right at me! Oh joy!!!! Christmas was early!
Yes, yes! Of course I was there for Robin, BUT, being a 21 year old male partying freak, she would understand. Actually, I played it very cool. I asked about Robin and they said she passed out drunk, head in a bucket, in the bedroom. Damn. Too bad :-D
SO, I looked at this AMAZING goddess and asked her name, She replied "Sarah". She could have been a pornstar, she was that beautiful. The face of an angel, body of a goddess and the aura of pure, enjoyable sin! Oh my goodness!
About the time I start to "spit my game" (sweet talk ;->), someone came out of the back bedroom and said Robin was awake. DAMN! Tracy didn't hesitate to hit me in the chest and push me aside and step into the door I had opened. Prick. YES, he should have been friend enough to let me have both!
So, Robin comes out of the bedroom, walks into the bathroom and comes out the angel I went to meet. We walked into the kitchen and she kissed me and said she could to my house for the night. I was speechless. She was looking at the floor, kind of playing with her hands in a nervous type of way, when I asked her to repeat what she had just said. When she looked up, she had the sweetest, shyest little smile and said once again " I can go stay at your house tonight.... if you want me to". With that look, I knew she she came directly from Gods imagination. There was no "mold" to make her.... she was one of a kind in all eternity. Suddenly, I forgot about Sarah. In fact, I walked out the door and realized, half way down the stairs, I had forgot Tracy! I had to go back to get him because, now, the car was his.
When I went back up stairs, he didn't give a fuck that I had left. He was entranced by Sarah.
Honestly, she could make a gay man whimper. I didn't care. I had my Robin.
Of course, Tracy didn't want to leave. I didn't blame him. Even Robin understood that one.
So, we stuck around a little longer. Tracy and Sarah inside and Robin and I outside. Which, to be honest, wasn't exactly bright on our part. This place was fucked up at the best of time. It was foggy out and cold. Neither one of us cared. We actually stood outside by the car and slow danced, holding each other tightly in the cold. There was no music except for the rhythm
of our breathing and our beating hearts.
Tracy came out, with a smile, and said he was ready. Sarah couldn't come, but, he got her number. He was happy.
When we got to my place, Tracy walked in, then Robin, followed by me. Tracy went upstairs to the bathroom. I was going to turn on the light, but, Robin lit one of my candles instead.
Just one..... :)
That single, tiny flame lit her face and beautiful blond hair and you could see twinkles of the flame in her eyes. She started rolling a joint and was half way through when Tracy came back downstairs and he stopped, right at the bottom of the stairs, right beside me.
We both stood there watching Robin, in silence. When she finished, she looked up, with the eyes of the most innocent soul and she blew her bangs out of her eyes, (you know where you tuck your upper lip and blow up to do this, which was something she always did) and smiled with the innocence of a little child. Tracy and I both were stunned. He looked at me, with a smile, and said "I hate you". She lit the joint, we got high and as soon as it was gone, Tracy didn't say a word, he just went upstairs. What happened next, will stay between here and I, forever.
What I will say is; at that very moment, I knew what the phrase "first time" truly meant.
And it wasn't sexual. It was surreal.
Sunday 15 November 2009
Sunday 25 October 2009
High Wycombe
Sitting in the car, with one of my oldest friends,chuck, and getting high as I possibly could before I got on the plane, I was contemplating this next move in my life of relocating
to a new country,where I knew absolutely no one,except Katrina. ("trine" for short ;-))
All my life, I had always been a loner,or better, yet... an outsider, and I was notorious for just up and leaving just to do something different. To be somewhere different.
All without a single notice to anyone about where I was going or what I was going to do when I got there. But, I had to go.
I remember one time, I was sitting with a friend,getting stoned ( did that a lot in my life) and I decided to do a "burrito run". Munchies had kicked in and there
was a gas station 2 blocks away that was opened 24 hours and they had microwavable burritos. God bless the burrito! The BEST stoner food EVER!
Anyway; I left about 1 am and headed on my 2 block journey for a massive beef and bean burrito and one green chili and cheese burrito.
20 minutes max, round trip. No problem.
It took me 3 weeks to get back.
BUT; I did have his green chili and cheese burrito! So, I DID accomplish my mission! I have never said where I went for those 3 weeks.
Well, not the truth,anyway ;-)
SO, here I am with a man I have known for about 20 years and who access to some of the best weed ever, in his car, sitting in the parking garage of the airport.
He was doing his best to talk me out of this without just coming outright and saying "don't go". He knew me. He knew it was useless. The last thing he said when I got out of the car was; " you ain't even gonna be in the country. I can't come help if you get in trouble. You best stay safe". "A-HOO!!" ( a brother "bark" :D)
Being an old pro at traveling and negotiating airports and travel times, I was still high as fuck when I got to the gate. I was waiting for the plane to catch up to me. THAT is a talent ;-)
Once I sat down, it wasn't long before I realized I was sitting with a family who was on their way to London for the typical 2 week family vacation.
And the dad just HAD to talk to me and there was no way in hell I was going to let him ruin my buzz. When we were in the air, he kept trying to talk to me and eventually succeeded
in getting my attention. He asked how long I was going to London for. Not WHERE I was actually going. He just assumed I was going to London because all Americans go to London.
We just LOVE being tourists,don't we? Eventually, I told him I was on a one-way ticket and that I was moving to the UK and that I was going to avoid London with all my might.
(I hate tourists, fuck if I want to be one). He asked if I had work,wife, etc.... and all that garbage that comes with a "friendly conversation". I told him I was sick and tired of being shit on in my every day life in the suppose-d greatest country on earth and I wanted to be somewhere where no one knew me and I didn't have to put up with "friendly conversation" unless I wanted to start it. He left me alone after that.
7 hours later; I hear "ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing at London's Heathrow airport very shortly, blah,blah,blah...." and I figured it would be time for me to wake up
and get ready for....... Customs and Immigration!. It turned out to be a lot easier than I thought. Or they were dumber than I thought, I walked straight through with a bag of
magic mushrooms in my pocket and no one asked for a damn thing. I figured if I was going to get sent home for any reason. I was going to have a better "trip" back
than the rest of the people on the plane. ;-)
Trine was waiting when I got through all that bullshit and she had her friend Sasha and Sasha's boyfriend, Richard, waiting with her. This was the first time I had,what we call "the european greeting" of kisses on the cheek. Both from Tine and Sasha. Being American, I told Richard if he kissed me, we would have an international incident right there on the floor. He said it wasn't done between men. I was happy. So was Richard.
Once we got in the car, and YES, I knew the brits did everything backwards.. ;-), I was like a kid in a candy store watching everything go by as we drove along the "motor way"(they don't use the term "freeway") and seeing my new world pass and grow all at the same time. It was wonderful to see a new world,and the same world, for the first time.
Even though it was majorly early in the morning and had the jet-lag kicking in, I will never forget the amazing feeling I had of being in this new world.
When we arrived in High Wycombe, I remember driving past my first set of proper "ruins" of "old England". It was the remains of of an old hospital of St. John the Baptist(that was the name,not the real guy) and it was about 900 years old. A short while later, we arrived on Crendon St. Home of Trine's flat. I remember seeing a place called Jenny's. It was a burger joint
and right next door was an estate agents(american translation: real estate office. "estates" are what dead people leave behind) and her flat was on the top floor.
Climbing those stairs was a bastard with all my stuff,jet-lag,buzz-kill and negotiating a stair-well that was NOT built for american sized people( or people with fat asses)!
Then, I watched Trine open the door to the flat with a skeleton key. We don't use skeleton keys in america. They are considered well out-dated and too easy to pick.
But, here I was, in a country where everyone still used skeleton keys for their doors. Kooky,huh?
So. Here I was in my first "flat". I had seen them on t.v and heard the term used in movies and stuff, but, now, here I am... in my first flat. Little did I know that it
would one of MANY to come. Trine showed me around. It was a tiny 2 bed flat, that I miss to this very day. The kitchen was only big enough for one and the fridge.... the fridge :)
I had lunch boxes that were bigger than that fridge! I miss that too. The bedrooms were a nice decent size. They got that right! The living room had a small table right by the window
and we could eat and watch the people go by on Crendon St. totally unaware that they were being watched from above. Hell, most of them didn't even realize the people around them, let alone up above. The bathroom was amazingly small in comparison the where I had just came from. There was no bath-tub. Just a small cubicle with an electric shower.
Now, that was a first. An electric shower. In a bathroom with NO electric sockets( the british government think you are too stupid to NOT blow-dry your hair whilst IN the shower!)
but, you could have an electric shower. Kooky,yet again.
I really did like that flat. It was more like a home than any place I had ever lived before.
I think I was there for about 2 days before Trine took me to Devon. A place on the south-west coast of england that is absolutely beautiful.
We went to visit her best friend, Victoria and her family, who lived in a place called Oakhampton. WE caught the train to Devon. It was my first ride inside a proper train.
(as a kid, we used to hop trains all the time for rides to the mall...or the next state over, but that was freight trains. Not passenger trains.)
Victoria picked us up at the station, (I must add; she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She had red hair and lots of it! Long curly and wavy. Tiny and petite in build... she was what legends were written on) and drove us to her parents house, which was beautiful drive through the english country side. It was everything my grandmother used to show me pictures of when I was a kid, and even more.
The first thing I noticed was how narrow the roads where.There were no curbs or divider lines, just a slab of asphalt laid right smack in the middle of 2 hedge rows, which were touching the asphalt and they were for traffic coming from BOTH directions! There was room for one car at a time for miles! Where we
supposed to go when a car came from the opposite direction. (Thank fuck we never found out!) When we got to Victoria's parents, I was amazed at the house.
It was a converted cattle barn that was about 300+ years old with a proper thatched roof. I had never seen a thatched roof in person. Only in pictures. This place was the epitome
of a country house. An old world english country house that was a definite example of days long gone. When you looked out back, it was a beautiful site as well.
A green field that went up to a small hill that had a tree right in the middle. Nothing else but flowing green, rolling hills and this one tree that seemed to stand watch over everything.
When we went inside, the first (and coolest!) thing I saw was the dining room table. It was, literally, an oak tree cut in half, about 10 feet long and stained to a dark brown.
It was so massive, there was no way to get it out of the house without either sawing it in half or tearing a wall down(I would have opted to rip a wall out,myself) and it had to weight 500lbs, easily! In fact, this table was so awesome, when Victoria's parents decided to sell the house, the table was a deciding factor on who bought the house. It was a package deal.
Victoria's dad was a hoot! One of the first things he told me about was a bit of local history, and english history, about an event called the "Bible Rebellion". In this story, the king, at the time, wanted to change the Bible and, lo and behold, people rebelled! The part he was getting to was the fact an army of people marched up and over that hill in the back yard, straight down and over to what was to be his home and 300 of them were slaughtered in what is now their front yard. Cool,huh?!
I have to also tell you about Victoria's boyfriend, Dave, and their daughter, Isabella.
Dave was from Scotland and Isabella was just beautiful. Of course, some people say all babies are beautiful, but lets be honest here, some kids are born bat-shit ugly and stay that way.
Isabella was the exception to the rule. She was an angel. Dave, on the other hand, was a bit of a devil. I like Dave :D.
Dave was the first person to get me high in the UK. Well, it was Victoria's parents, but Dave instigated it. Thanks Dave!
Victoria rolled me a joint that was the size of what we call a "jail house pinner" back home. It was skinny as fuck and the weed itself was a brown,grey-ish color.
I thought, "fuck. This is going to be some dirt-weed". Little did I know her parents were old hippies that had been cross breeding their on pot for about 35 years.
I took my first hit,inhaled deeply and held my smoke,as you do, and then I let it out. I was kind of surprised when I felt the right side of my face go cold and them numb.
It wasn't too long before I realized that "cold feeling" was actually the table holding up my head. THAT was some GOOD smoke! I smoked that joint and they put on a dvd of some british comedian I had never heard of before, Eddie Izzard. He was a cross-dresser. He was the funniest comedian I had seen in my life! I laughed until me ribs hurt for days!
(could've been the weed), He was funny!
After dinner, victoria rolled me another joint. She really didn't have to. I lit it, hit it, and hid it under the magazine I was reading. Fuck knows, I didn't need anymore. I went to bed high and woke up high, on that first joint!
The next day, Dave took me out to show me around Oakhampton. Not to mention, to get himself out of the house!
We went to a pub,there was about 7 of them on 4 corners, while he was looking for some friends of his. Everyone there knew Dave. Hell, that place was so small, they knew I was there before I left the train station. The last pub Dave and I went into,we found people who knew him a little too well. Not in a bad way, but Dave had a bit of a reputation as a ladies man.
He was good looking and they loved his scottish accent. And he took total advantage of it and I don't blame him one bit! There was a group of girls who latched straight on to him
and were in curious amazement of the large, shaved headed american.... who looked like a serial killer. I was even asked if I had killed anyone! (I plead the 5th,boys and girls ;-).)
I must admit, these were fine examples of truly lovely english country girls.
They kept pawing Dave and asking him to go "on the piss" with them and constantly looking at me with quite curious eyes and, occasionally, reaching over to have a paw and a smile at me. Dave looked at me for approval with a massive grin on his face.... we smiled and took BIG deep breaths and had to say no. As painful as it was, he had to get back to
Victoria and Isabella and I had to get back to Trine. I had not been in this new country long enough to make a mistake like that. And, regardless of the status between Trine and myself, I wouldn't do that to her. So, we bowed our heads, politely declined and we went home.
That night, there was a huge full moon and not a cloud in the sky. It lit everything up in bright,yet dark, blue and you could see plain as day. I remember standing outside around 1 am, having a smoke and looking at the moon and thinking it was the biggest I had ever seen. I was trying to get my camera to work because, from where I was standing, the moon gave a perfect silhouette of the local church tower(that was about as old as the house itself) and the picture would have been framed my the leaves of tree tops surrounding the tower going up to a blank, dark blue sky with the full moon just slightly off-set to the left of the church tower, with the moon right in the center. Beautiful.
I went to bed, eventually, after staring at that beautiful moon lit english sky for what seemed an eternity...... more to come
to a new country,where I knew absolutely no one,except Katrina. ("trine" for short ;-))
All my life, I had always been a loner,or better, yet... an outsider, and I was notorious for just up and leaving just to do something different. To be somewhere different.
All without a single notice to anyone about where I was going or what I was going to do when I got there. But, I had to go.
I remember one time, I was sitting with a friend,getting stoned ( did that a lot in my life) and I decided to do a "burrito run". Munchies had kicked in and there
was a gas station 2 blocks away that was opened 24 hours and they had microwavable burritos. God bless the burrito! The BEST stoner food EVER!
Anyway; I left about 1 am and headed on my 2 block journey for a massive beef and bean burrito and one green chili and cheese burrito.
20 minutes max, round trip. No problem.
It took me 3 weeks to get back.
BUT; I did have his green chili and cheese burrito! So, I DID accomplish my mission! I have never said where I went for those 3 weeks.
Well, not the truth,anyway ;-)
SO, here I am with a man I have known for about 20 years and who access to some of the best weed ever, in his car, sitting in the parking garage of the airport.
He was doing his best to talk me out of this without just coming outright and saying "don't go". He knew me. He knew it was useless. The last thing he said when I got out of the car was; " you ain't even gonna be in the country. I can't come help if you get in trouble. You best stay safe". "A-HOO!!" ( a brother "bark" :D)
Being an old pro at traveling and negotiating airports and travel times, I was still high as fuck when I got to the gate. I was waiting for the plane to catch up to me. THAT is a talent ;-)
Once I sat down, it wasn't long before I realized I was sitting with a family who was on their way to London for the typical 2 week family vacation.
And the dad just HAD to talk to me and there was no way in hell I was going to let him ruin my buzz. When we were in the air, he kept trying to talk to me and eventually succeeded
in getting my attention. He asked how long I was going to London for. Not WHERE I was actually going. He just assumed I was going to London because all Americans go to London.
We just LOVE being tourists,don't we? Eventually, I told him I was on a one-way ticket and that I was moving to the UK and that I was going to avoid London with all my might.
(I hate tourists, fuck if I want to be one). He asked if I had work,wife, etc.... and all that garbage that comes with a "friendly conversation". I told him I was sick and tired of being shit on in my every day life in the suppose-d greatest country on earth and I wanted to be somewhere where no one knew me and I didn't have to put up with "friendly conversation" unless I wanted to start it. He left me alone after that.
7 hours later; I hear "ladies and gentlemen, we will be landing at London's Heathrow airport very shortly, blah,blah,blah...." and I figured it would be time for me to wake up
and get ready for....... Customs and Immigration!. It turned out to be a lot easier than I thought. Or they were dumber than I thought, I walked straight through with a bag of
magic mushrooms in my pocket and no one asked for a damn thing. I figured if I was going to get sent home for any reason. I was going to have a better "trip" back
than the rest of the people on the plane. ;-)
Trine was waiting when I got through all that bullshit and she had her friend Sasha and Sasha's boyfriend, Richard, waiting with her. This was the first time I had,what we call "the european greeting" of kisses on the cheek. Both from Tine and Sasha. Being American, I told Richard if he kissed me, we would have an international incident right there on the floor. He said it wasn't done between men. I was happy. So was Richard.
Once we got in the car, and YES, I knew the brits did everything backwards.. ;-), I was like a kid in a candy store watching everything go by as we drove along the "motor way"(they don't use the term "freeway") and seeing my new world pass and grow all at the same time. It was wonderful to see a new world,and the same world, for the first time.
Even though it was majorly early in the morning and had the jet-lag kicking in, I will never forget the amazing feeling I had of being in this new world.
When we arrived in High Wycombe, I remember driving past my first set of proper "ruins" of "old England". It was the remains of of an old hospital of St. John the Baptist(that was the name,not the real guy) and it was about 900 years old. A short while later, we arrived on Crendon St. Home of Trine's flat. I remember seeing a place called Jenny's. It was a burger joint
and right next door was an estate agents(american translation: real estate office. "estates" are what dead people leave behind) and her flat was on the top floor.
Climbing those stairs was a bastard with all my stuff,jet-lag,buzz-kill and negotiating a stair-well that was NOT built for american sized people( or people with fat asses)!
Then, I watched Trine open the door to the flat with a skeleton key. We don't use skeleton keys in america. They are considered well out-dated and too easy to pick.
But, here I was, in a country where everyone still used skeleton keys for their doors. Kooky,huh?
So. Here I was in my first "flat". I had seen them on t.v and heard the term used in movies and stuff, but, now, here I am... in my first flat. Little did I know that it
would one of MANY to come. Trine showed me around. It was a tiny 2 bed flat, that I miss to this very day. The kitchen was only big enough for one and the fridge.... the fridge :)
I had lunch boxes that were bigger than that fridge! I miss that too. The bedrooms were a nice decent size. They got that right! The living room had a small table right by the window
and we could eat and watch the people go by on Crendon St. totally unaware that they were being watched from above. Hell, most of them didn't even realize the people around them, let alone up above. The bathroom was amazingly small in comparison the where I had just came from. There was no bath-tub. Just a small cubicle with an electric shower.
Now, that was a first. An electric shower. In a bathroom with NO electric sockets( the british government think you are too stupid to NOT blow-dry your hair whilst IN the shower!)
but, you could have an electric shower. Kooky,yet again.
I really did like that flat. It was more like a home than any place I had ever lived before.
I think I was there for about 2 days before Trine took me to Devon. A place on the south-west coast of england that is absolutely beautiful.
We went to visit her best friend, Victoria and her family, who lived in a place called Oakhampton. WE caught the train to Devon. It was my first ride inside a proper train.
(as a kid, we used to hop trains all the time for rides to the mall...or the next state over, but that was freight trains. Not passenger trains.)
Victoria picked us up at the station, (I must add; she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen. She had red hair and lots of it! Long curly and wavy. Tiny and petite in build... she was what legends were written on) and drove us to her parents house, which was beautiful drive through the english country side. It was everything my grandmother used to show me pictures of when I was a kid, and even more.
The first thing I noticed was how narrow the roads where.There were no curbs or divider lines, just a slab of asphalt laid right smack in the middle of 2 hedge rows, which were touching the asphalt and they were for traffic coming from BOTH directions! There was room for one car at a time for miles! Where we
supposed to go when a car came from the opposite direction. (Thank fuck we never found out!) When we got to Victoria's parents, I was amazed at the house.
It was a converted cattle barn that was about 300+ years old with a proper thatched roof. I had never seen a thatched roof in person. Only in pictures. This place was the epitome
of a country house. An old world english country house that was a definite example of days long gone. When you looked out back, it was a beautiful site as well.
A green field that went up to a small hill that had a tree right in the middle. Nothing else but flowing green, rolling hills and this one tree that seemed to stand watch over everything.
When we went inside, the first (and coolest!) thing I saw was the dining room table. It was, literally, an oak tree cut in half, about 10 feet long and stained to a dark brown.
It was so massive, there was no way to get it out of the house without either sawing it in half or tearing a wall down(I would have opted to rip a wall out,myself) and it had to weight 500lbs, easily! In fact, this table was so awesome, when Victoria's parents decided to sell the house, the table was a deciding factor on who bought the house. It was a package deal.
Victoria's dad was a hoot! One of the first things he told me about was a bit of local history, and english history, about an event called the "Bible Rebellion". In this story, the king, at the time, wanted to change the Bible and, lo and behold, people rebelled! The part he was getting to was the fact an army of people marched up and over that hill in the back yard, straight down and over to what was to be his home and 300 of them were slaughtered in what is now their front yard. Cool,huh?!
I have to also tell you about Victoria's boyfriend, Dave, and their daughter, Isabella.
Dave was from Scotland and Isabella was just beautiful. Of course, some people say all babies are beautiful, but lets be honest here, some kids are born bat-shit ugly and stay that way.
Isabella was the exception to the rule. She was an angel. Dave, on the other hand, was a bit of a devil. I like Dave :D.
Dave was the first person to get me high in the UK. Well, it was Victoria's parents, but Dave instigated it. Thanks Dave!
Victoria rolled me a joint that was the size of what we call a "jail house pinner" back home. It was skinny as fuck and the weed itself was a brown,grey-ish color.
I thought, "fuck. This is going to be some dirt-weed". Little did I know her parents were old hippies that had been cross breeding their on pot for about 35 years.
I took my first hit,inhaled deeply and held my smoke,as you do, and then I let it out. I was kind of surprised when I felt the right side of my face go cold and them numb.
It wasn't too long before I realized that "cold feeling" was actually the table holding up my head. THAT was some GOOD smoke! I smoked that joint and they put on a dvd of some british comedian I had never heard of before, Eddie Izzard. He was a cross-dresser. He was the funniest comedian I had seen in my life! I laughed until me ribs hurt for days!
(could've been the weed), He was funny!
After dinner, victoria rolled me another joint. She really didn't have to. I lit it, hit it, and hid it under the magazine I was reading. Fuck knows, I didn't need anymore. I went to bed high and woke up high, on that first joint!
The next day, Dave took me out to show me around Oakhampton. Not to mention, to get himself out of the house!
We went to a pub,there was about 7 of them on 4 corners, while he was looking for some friends of his. Everyone there knew Dave. Hell, that place was so small, they knew I was there before I left the train station. The last pub Dave and I went into,we found people who knew him a little too well. Not in a bad way, but Dave had a bit of a reputation as a ladies man.
He was good looking and they loved his scottish accent. And he took total advantage of it and I don't blame him one bit! There was a group of girls who latched straight on to him
and were in curious amazement of the large, shaved headed american.... who looked like a serial killer. I was even asked if I had killed anyone! (I plead the 5th,boys and girls ;-).)
I must admit, these were fine examples of truly lovely english country girls.
They kept pawing Dave and asking him to go "on the piss" with them and constantly looking at me with quite curious eyes and, occasionally, reaching over to have a paw and a smile at me. Dave looked at me for approval with a massive grin on his face.... we smiled and took BIG deep breaths and had to say no. As painful as it was, he had to get back to
Victoria and Isabella and I had to get back to Trine. I had not been in this new country long enough to make a mistake like that. And, regardless of the status between Trine and myself, I wouldn't do that to her. So, we bowed our heads, politely declined and we went home.
That night, there was a huge full moon and not a cloud in the sky. It lit everything up in bright,yet dark, blue and you could see plain as day. I remember standing outside around 1 am, having a smoke and looking at the moon and thinking it was the biggest I had ever seen. I was trying to get my camera to work because, from where I was standing, the moon gave a perfect silhouette of the local church tower(that was about as old as the house itself) and the picture would have been framed my the leaves of tree tops surrounding the tower going up to a blank, dark blue sky with the full moon just slightly off-set to the left of the church tower, with the moon right in the center. Beautiful.
I went to bed, eventually, after staring at that beautiful moon lit english sky for what seemed an eternity...... more to come
Wednesday 29 July 2009
The Box (I have always liked this one :>)
Once upon a time, in the land of Hush-A-Bye,
Around about the wondrous days of yore,
They came across a kind of box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled "Kindly do not touch; it's war."
A decree was issued round about, and all with a flourish and a shout
And a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on before.
Don't fiddle with this deadly box,Or break the chains, or pick the locks.
And please don't ever play about with war.
The children understood. Children happen to be good
And they were just as good around the time of yore.
They didn't try to pick the locksOr break into that deadly box.
They never tried to play about with war.
Mommies didn't either; sisters, aunts, grannies neither
'Cause they were quiet, and sweet, and pretty
In those wondrous days of yore.
Well, very much the same as now,
And not the ones to blame somehow
For opening up that deadly box of war.
But someone did. Someone battered in the lid
And spilled the insides out across the floor.
A kind of bouncy, bumpy ball made up of guns and flags
And all the tears, and horror, and death that comes with war.
It bounced right out and went bashing all about,
Bumping into everything in store.And what was sad and most unfair
Was that it didn't really seem to care
Much who it bumped, or why, or what, or for.
It bumped the children mainly. And I'll tell you this quite plainly,
It bumps them every day and more, and more,
And leaves them dead, and burned, and dying
Thousands of them sick and crying.
'Cause when it bumps, it's really very sore.
Now there's a way to stop the ball. It isn't difficult at all.
All it takes is wisdom, and I'm absolutely sure
That we can get it back into the box,And bind the chains, and lock the locks.
But no one seems to want to save the children anymore.
Well, that's the way it all appears, 'cause it's been bouncing round
for years and years
In spite of all the wisdom wizzed since those wondrous days of yore
And the time they came across the box,
Bound up with chains and locked with locks,
And labeled "Kindly do not touch; it's war."
Around about the wondrous days of yore,
They came across a kind of box
Bound up with chains and locked with locks
And labeled "Kindly do not touch; it's war."
A decree was issued round about, and all with a flourish and a shout
And a gaily colored mascot tripping lightly on before.
Don't fiddle with this deadly box,Or break the chains, or pick the locks.
And please don't ever play about with war.
The children understood. Children happen to be good
And they were just as good around the time of yore.
They didn't try to pick the locksOr break into that deadly box.
They never tried to play about with war.
Mommies didn't either; sisters, aunts, grannies neither
'Cause they were quiet, and sweet, and pretty
In those wondrous days of yore.
Well, very much the same as now,
And not the ones to blame somehow
For opening up that deadly box of war.
But someone did. Someone battered in the lid
And spilled the insides out across the floor.
A kind of bouncy, bumpy ball made up of guns and flags
And all the tears, and horror, and death that comes with war.
It bounced right out and went bashing all about,
Bumping into everything in store.And what was sad and most unfair
Was that it didn't really seem to care
Much who it bumped, or why, or what, or for.
It bumped the children mainly. And I'll tell you this quite plainly,
It bumps them every day and more, and more,
And leaves them dead, and burned, and dying
Thousands of them sick and crying.
'Cause when it bumps, it's really very sore.
Now there's a way to stop the ball. It isn't difficult at all.
All it takes is wisdom, and I'm absolutely sure
That we can get it back into the box,And bind the chains, and lock the locks.
But no one seems to want to save the children anymore.
Well, that's the way it all appears, 'cause it's been bouncing round
for years and years
In spite of all the wisdom wizzed since those wondrous days of yore
And the time they came across the box,
Bound up with chains and locked with locks,
And labeled "Kindly do not touch; it's war."
Monday 6 July 2009
Trailer living...
Most people would say that living in a trailer is shit.
Most would be right except for one major factor: they don't realise the location of said “mobile domicile” can be a major factor
For instance; the place I grew up in was a trailer park in the middle of the country.
Literally,a huge circle cut out in the middle of an undeveloped forest. You could run as wild as raped apes on acid and no one would EVER know!
A bunch of us guy (ok...kids :->) decided we were going to camp out one night on a creek bank about a half mile from the house. Like I said,this was in the middle of NO WHERE, so no other people for ages!
We had to walk around the back of a huge cornfield to get an opening that lead down the backside of a hill to get to the creek.
Once we got there,we set up camp in an area right next to the creek itself. The banks were about 5 feet high above the water,so it was safe to sleep near....... for some.
We decided to build a fire(as ya do!) and I remembered finding a big fallen tree branch that I picked up and swung into a tree to break in half and use for firewood. When it broke, it kind of shattered, but the amazing thing was; the inner portions of the branch were glowing in the dark!
I thought it I had made some kind of new discovery! Glow in the dark wood! How cool?!
(Then I found out later when I moved north to Ohio,where they have “proper” schools and education systems, that some "Mr. Wizard" prick ruined my fantasy by giving it a scientific explanation and shot my dream all to hell....Yankee bastard)
Once it got dark;we decided it would be fun to wrestle(or “rassle” as we to say in the south)
at a rather high,non-intellectual, rate of combined violence and speed, in the pitch black of the night, in a heavily wooded area right next to a 5 foot high creek bank. After a few NFL tackles into that silhouette you thought was Jerry lee, but actually turning out to be a very alive and well TREE, you don't seem to play as long. Or running at someone who moves at the last minute and you sail off the 5 foot high bank and head straight into the 5 ft high bank on the opposite side (15 ft away) of the creek and end up doing a terminal velocity face-plant into the 5ft mud bank on the opposite side.....about 18inches down.
Great times.
When all that juvenile restlessness became tiresome; we sat down around the fire, which was rearranged because we kept throwing each other into it, and all voted unanimously to fire up a bit of the blessed anointed vegetation from the good lord himself......pot.
Once we were all higher than bat shit,we decided it was time for the inevitable munchie run.
The closest was the Jiffy mart,which was opened 24 hrs,thank the dear fluffy lord.
3+ miles of pitch black country road for an RC cola and a banana flip.
One nice thing; the stars are always amazing in the north Carolina summer skies.
The night time was cooler,but still muggy as hell. You felt like a lizard.
It was a fairly uneventful walk to the Jiffy mart mainly due to the fact we were stoned as fuck and time itself just walked the fuck off. Hey..it was some goooood shit back then!
Once we got to the Jiffy mart, we walked in,about 7 of us, and we headed straight to the chips,chocolate and liquids!
It was like a shark feeding frenzy on acid! A couple of us paid for empty packages.
The guy running the register was the 1970's cliche “stud”. Blond hair,parted down the middle and feathered back. Tight t-shirt with the classical “Keep on truckin'” logo. The Kiss belt buckle the size of a fucking hub-cap. And the tight bell bottom blue jeans.
But he was cool. He let us hang out and play pin-ball and check out all the dirty mags behind the counter. He was our new best friend.
Then; the inevitable happened: after all the banana flips, RC cola and chocolate milk.... The sugar rush.
We all walked out immediately, at the same time, like radio controlled drones. Once we hit the cold air; we went crazy screaming and acting mad-ass crazy like full moon hooligans gone insane! It got even better when we went back towards home and left the lights of the Jiffy mart and faded back into the dark of the country roads we called home.
To break the boredom, we found a car tire laying in a ditch and decided to play “tire-tag”!
The rules were simple: If you hit someone with the tire,they are “it” until they hit someone else with the tire, so on and so forth. Rules for hitting people: NONE.
When Leroy swung this tire around in circles to build up momentum and got going pretty damn fast, he let it go at his own brother, Tony...who was turned completely the opposite way.
That tire hit Tony flat horizontal, right square in the middle of the spine. It bent his ass in two like a Chinese acrobat! The back of his head slammed into his own ass cheeks in the middle of the tire!
The sound that came from him was a sound that will never be repeated by a living creature(but it was funny as hell!),ever again. We left him in the ditch and kept playing all the way home.
When we finally got back to the creek; we realised we had left someone there the entire time.
We had completely forgot this person(whatever his name was) and left him asleep on the ground using a tree root for a pillow. He managed to wake up for a bit after we got back and had a major surprise....half of his face was swollen to a massive degree! It looked like something from a Hammer Horror Film! We looked at him. We were shocked as fucked! We lost interest.
So did he. He went back to sleep like nothing ever happened. When he woke up later; he was normal.
Once we decided it was time to leave; we took the long way round in hopes of finding some kind of animal to try and capture.
We got lucky, we came across a 4ft black snake! Most people run from a snake in the wilderness; we would beat the pure snot out of each other to see who would be the one to capture it!
Leroy was usually the winner. He was fast and lanky. Kinda like an anorexic gazelle on coke.
When we came out of the tree line,right behind Mike & Patrick's trailer, I saw my ride coming.
It was Cheryl and her boyfriend. She was “in charge” of me for the night while mom went out for a while. Cheryl's Boyfriend drove a black,1970 charger. It was nice.
They pulled up and I just ran and dove in the back window and landed in the back seat then scrambled up to the front to steal a cigarette from Cheryl.
Cheryl was great. Medium height, red hair,nice body,cute toes(she never wore shoes hardly), boobs to kill for! And just great people all the way around. My mom once said she thought I was getting an education from Cheryl..... she was more than right!
We had to go pick up another friend,who we will call ....Dicksfer...and his girlfriend(we'll get a name for her later).
Dicksfer lived in a big house at the far end of a huge corn field.
When we got there, he was waiting with his girlfriend for us to arrive. As soon as we got there, everyone started drinking and getting primed for the night.
The sun had gone down by this point,but there was still plenty of light from sky. The air was a cool summer night,but the humidity was low this time. It was a really nice,proper southern evening.
With Deep Purple on the radio in the Charger and some new band called RUSH...(getting an idea of the time period?!) and Three Dog Night on the 8-track!
Dicksfers girlfriend was nice! She had long,jet black hair,big brown(almost black) doe-eyes with a slight oriental touch,slightly chubby cheeks,a cut-off midriff t-shirt (a cleavage most worthy of said shirt), hip-hugger bell bottom jeans and the first woman I ever saw wear a toe-ring! She had the cutest feet peeking out from under those bell bottoms. God I miss my southern women....
We stopped off at a gas station to pick up more munchies and road beers and general supplies for the rest of the evening. I, of course, found the only pool table in the area and had to put my quarter up! After not being beat for sometime; Dickfer's girlfriend whispered in my ear very seductively and asked me if I would let her win. I had no choice. My dick was so instantly fucking rock hard, I couldn't stand up from the chair! Which meant I had to forfeit and we had to leave to continue with the rest of the evening.
From there, we went down this long country dirt road which ran down one side of a cornfield(lots of corn in these here parts!) and forest on the other side. It went on for miles.
Cheryl's boyfriend decided to randomly pick a spot and stop.
We got out and everyone decided to start drinking as soon as toe hit dirt. I never did care for beer much, but I was OK with some grape flavoured MD 20/20 or Boones Farm Strawberry wine!
Everyone was doing typical drunk teenage stuff for entertainment; telling bad jokes,wrestling for the sake of the women,trying to out-macho each other while the women giggled at the sad but sweet display of teenage male affection based mating rituals.
It must have worked.
Cheryl and her boyfriend ended up laying in the sand in front of the car and Dicksfer and his girlfriend was at the back. The night was dark, yet, star-filled once again and the sand of the road was nice and kool to lay on. When you see all the stars the good lord put in a southern sky; you'll be convinced he's a confederate!
And me.....
I laid on the roof of the car watching shooting stars in that night sky while listening to “Sara Smile” by Hall & Oates on the car radio.(as well as getting an “education”!)
When the love quartet was finished,we had to return all humans to their rightful owners(parents).
I actually got to sit in the back seat with my head in the lap of Dicksfer's girlfriend, that was a big deal for me! We had all the windows rolled down and the warm summer breeze blowing through the car was magical. She was stroking my hair while it was blowing in the breeze and I remember looking up at her while that straight, long, jet black hair was flying wildly in the wind from the car windows and thinking that she was the most beautiful thing in the world when she would just look down and gently smile and run her fingers through my hair.
When it came time for her to leave, I remember watching her walk away while looking at all that lovely hair hanging down her back leading to the very top of those hip-hugger jeans with an ass so nice... not "tight", but so plump and firm, I bet you could bounce a quarter off of it and get change back. I wasn't sad about her going away, I was happy about the fact that none of my friends would ever believe it! She was gorgeous.
Anyway; back in the car.
A few miles down the road,we start to notice the car was a little smokey....on the inside.
The smoke was coming from the dashboard and vents. Then we heard the most uncool noise.. We pulled the car over, popped the hood and had a look. A the rod that had just blown through the head. The engine was fucked.
After another cigarette or 2 and another beer or 9; we decided the only option we had was to start hitch-hiking.(cell phones were not even a thought yet)
We decided to break into pairs and try and get a ride that way. With less people and we figured a girl with a young kid should get picked up first. So, Cheryl and I walked about 100-150yards ahead of her boyfriend and dicksfer. It was also agreed up that if dicksfer and Cheryl's boyfriend got a ride first, they would send the car to us and then they would catch the next ride.
Well, they lied. The first car that stopped, stopped for them and they fucked off.
Or so we thought.
The next car was 2 marines heading to camp Lejeune.
Semperfuckinfi!
They picked us up and we stopped a little shack in the middle of nothingness called The Party Store. It had no real business license and no one really knew what the little building was for originally, but some people decided to make it into a "party store" where you could go and party and buy your party supplies. Great little place.....
When we got there, we asked had anyone seen dicksfer pass through.
No one had,but we got free gear for our search! God I miss those days...
Eventually; we got back to j'ville and we had to part ways with the marines who so graciously helped up out. Luckily, they dropped us right at the door of Cheryl's “other boyfriend”.(Cheryl was allowed, so watch your tongue!) and he had a car and could take us the rest of the way home.
We walked up to the door of the trailer and Cheryl,being this guys girlfriend, just walked right in.
And Tracy walked right out of the bathroom into the living room.
(Tracy=Cheryl's mortal enemy).
Now we proceed into the cat-fight portion of the evening.
Cheryl was NOT happy and; unfortunately for Tracy, could kick your ass while wear 7 inch cork soled platform shoes!
But I actually liked Tracy.
She was my 1st...... Gee, I wish I could find her now and show her how good I have gotten!
Once the fight reached the boring stage, they decided it was time to call it a night and take us all home.
Cheryl and her “bf” rode in one car while Tracy, her date and myself rode in another.
When we got my house; it was 2:15am. It was almost 3am by the time Cheryl stopped shouting and kicking the shit out of her “other” bf.
Cheryl and I walked into my house and immediately knew something was wrong. We knew someone was, or had been, in the house.
I grabbed a K-Bar knife, she grabbed a butcher knife and a Boss Pepsi bottle(the original 2 litre bottle bade of glass). We searched the house,but no one was there. Then we heard the door...
We charged in and almost killed my best friend to death! He had come to stay the night,but we weren't home, so he went down the road to see friends.
Tony and I decided to make 2 massive bowls of pistachio pudding.
At 3:30am.
Tony asked me where I had been........
I debated if should tell him.
After all; it was an interesting 24 hours for a kid who was juuust about 13 :)
Most would be right except for one major factor: they don't realise the location of said “mobile domicile” can be a major factor
For instance; the place I grew up in was a trailer park in the middle of the country.
Literally,a huge circle cut out in the middle of an undeveloped forest. You could run as wild as raped apes on acid and no one would EVER know!
A bunch of us guy (ok...kids :->) decided we were going to camp out one night on a creek bank about a half mile from the house. Like I said,this was in the middle of NO WHERE, so no other people for ages!
We had to walk around the back of a huge cornfield to get an opening that lead down the backside of a hill to get to the creek.
Once we got there,we set up camp in an area right next to the creek itself. The banks were about 5 feet high above the water,so it was safe to sleep near....... for some.
We decided to build a fire(as ya do!) and I remembered finding a big fallen tree branch that I picked up and swung into a tree to break in half and use for firewood. When it broke, it kind of shattered, but the amazing thing was; the inner portions of the branch were glowing in the dark!
I thought it I had made some kind of new discovery! Glow in the dark wood! How cool?!
(Then I found out later when I moved north to Ohio,where they have “proper” schools and education systems, that some "Mr. Wizard" prick ruined my fantasy by giving it a scientific explanation and shot my dream all to hell....Yankee bastard)
Once it got dark;we decided it would be fun to wrestle(or “rassle” as we to say in the south)
at a rather high,non-intellectual, rate of combined violence and speed, in the pitch black of the night, in a heavily wooded area right next to a 5 foot high creek bank. After a few NFL tackles into that silhouette you thought was Jerry lee, but actually turning out to be a very alive and well TREE, you don't seem to play as long. Or running at someone who moves at the last minute and you sail off the 5 foot high bank and head straight into the 5 ft high bank on the opposite side (15 ft away) of the creek and end up doing a terminal velocity face-plant into the 5ft mud bank on the opposite side.....about 18inches down.
Great times.
When all that juvenile restlessness became tiresome; we sat down around the fire, which was rearranged because we kept throwing each other into it, and all voted unanimously to fire up a bit of the blessed anointed vegetation from the good lord himself......pot.
Once we were all higher than bat shit,we decided it was time for the inevitable munchie run.
The closest was the Jiffy mart,which was opened 24 hrs,thank the dear fluffy lord.
3+ miles of pitch black country road for an RC cola and a banana flip.
One nice thing; the stars are always amazing in the north Carolina summer skies.
The night time was cooler,but still muggy as hell. You felt like a lizard.
It was a fairly uneventful walk to the Jiffy mart mainly due to the fact we were stoned as fuck and time itself just walked the fuck off. Hey..it was some goooood shit back then!
Once we got to the Jiffy mart, we walked in,about 7 of us, and we headed straight to the chips,chocolate and liquids!
It was like a shark feeding frenzy on acid! A couple of us paid for empty packages.
The guy running the register was the 1970's cliche “stud”. Blond hair,parted down the middle and feathered back. Tight t-shirt with the classical “Keep on truckin'” logo. The Kiss belt buckle the size of a fucking hub-cap. And the tight bell bottom blue jeans.
But he was cool. He let us hang out and play pin-ball and check out all the dirty mags behind the counter. He was our new best friend.
Then; the inevitable happened: after all the banana flips, RC cola and chocolate milk.... The sugar rush.
We all walked out immediately, at the same time, like radio controlled drones. Once we hit the cold air; we went crazy screaming and acting mad-ass crazy like full moon hooligans gone insane! It got even better when we went back towards home and left the lights of the Jiffy mart and faded back into the dark of the country roads we called home.
To break the boredom, we found a car tire laying in a ditch and decided to play “tire-tag”!
The rules were simple: If you hit someone with the tire,they are “it” until they hit someone else with the tire, so on and so forth. Rules for hitting people: NONE.
When Leroy swung this tire around in circles to build up momentum and got going pretty damn fast, he let it go at his own brother, Tony...who was turned completely the opposite way.
That tire hit Tony flat horizontal, right square in the middle of the spine. It bent his ass in two like a Chinese acrobat! The back of his head slammed into his own ass cheeks in the middle of the tire!
The sound that came from him was a sound that will never be repeated by a living creature(but it was funny as hell!),ever again. We left him in the ditch and kept playing all the way home.
When we finally got back to the creek; we realised we had left someone there the entire time.
We had completely forgot this person(whatever his name was) and left him asleep on the ground using a tree root for a pillow. He managed to wake up for a bit after we got back and had a major surprise....half of his face was swollen to a massive degree! It looked like something from a Hammer Horror Film! We looked at him. We were shocked as fucked! We lost interest.
So did he. He went back to sleep like nothing ever happened. When he woke up later; he was normal.
Once we decided it was time to leave; we took the long way round in hopes of finding some kind of animal to try and capture.
We got lucky, we came across a 4ft black snake! Most people run from a snake in the wilderness; we would beat the pure snot out of each other to see who would be the one to capture it!
Leroy was usually the winner. He was fast and lanky. Kinda like an anorexic gazelle on coke.
When we came out of the tree line,right behind Mike & Patrick's trailer, I saw my ride coming.
It was Cheryl and her boyfriend. She was “in charge” of me for the night while mom went out for a while. Cheryl's Boyfriend drove a black,1970 charger. It was nice.
They pulled up and I just ran and dove in the back window and landed in the back seat then scrambled up to the front to steal a cigarette from Cheryl.
Cheryl was great. Medium height, red hair,nice body,cute toes(she never wore shoes hardly), boobs to kill for! And just great people all the way around. My mom once said she thought I was getting an education from Cheryl..... she was more than right!
We had to go pick up another friend,who we will call ....Dicksfer...and his girlfriend(we'll get a name for her later).
Dicksfer lived in a big house at the far end of a huge corn field.
When we got there, he was waiting with his girlfriend for us to arrive. As soon as we got there, everyone started drinking and getting primed for the night.
The sun had gone down by this point,but there was still plenty of light from sky. The air was a cool summer night,but the humidity was low this time. It was a really nice,proper southern evening.
With Deep Purple on the radio in the Charger and some new band called RUSH...(getting an idea of the time period?!) and Three Dog Night on the 8-track!
Dicksfers girlfriend was nice! She had long,jet black hair,big brown(almost black) doe-eyes with a slight oriental touch,slightly chubby cheeks,a cut-off midriff t-shirt (a cleavage most worthy of said shirt), hip-hugger bell bottom jeans and the first woman I ever saw wear a toe-ring! She had the cutest feet peeking out from under those bell bottoms. God I miss my southern women....
We stopped off at a gas station to pick up more munchies and road beers and general supplies for the rest of the evening. I, of course, found the only pool table in the area and had to put my quarter up! After not being beat for sometime; Dickfer's girlfriend whispered in my ear very seductively and asked me if I would let her win. I had no choice. My dick was so instantly fucking rock hard, I couldn't stand up from the chair! Which meant I had to forfeit and we had to leave to continue with the rest of the evening.
From there, we went down this long country dirt road which ran down one side of a cornfield(lots of corn in these here parts!) and forest on the other side. It went on for miles.
Cheryl's boyfriend decided to randomly pick a spot and stop.
We got out and everyone decided to start drinking as soon as toe hit dirt. I never did care for beer much, but I was OK with some grape flavoured MD 20/20 or Boones Farm Strawberry wine!
Everyone was doing typical drunk teenage stuff for entertainment; telling bad jokes,wrestling for the sake of the women,trying to out-macho each other while the women giggled at the sad but sweet display of teenage male affection based mating rituals.
It must have worked.
Cheryl and her boyfriend ended up laying in the sand in front of the car and Dicksfer and his girlfriend was at the back. The night was dark, yet, star-filled once again and the sand of the road was nice and kool to lay on. When you see all the stars the good lord put in a southern sky; you'll be convinced he's a confederate!
And me.....
I laid on the roof of the car watching shooting stars in that night sky while listening to “Sara Smile” by Hall & Oates on the car radio.(as well as getting an “education”!)
When the love quartet was finished,we had to return all humans to their rightful owners(parents).
I actually got to sit in the back seat with my head in the lap of Dicksfer's girlfriend, that was a big deal for me! We had all the windows rolled down and the warm summer breeze blowing through the car was magical. She was stroking my hair while it was blowing in the breeze and I remember looking up at her while that straight, long, jet black hair was flying wildly in the wind from the car windows and thinking that she was the most beautiful thing in the world when she would just look down and gently smile and run her fingers through my hair.
When it came time for her to leave, I remember watching her walk away while looking at all that lovely hair hanging down her back leading to the very top of those hip-hugger jeans with an ass so nice... not "tight", but so plump and firm, I bet you could bounce a quarter off of it and get change back. I wasn't sad about her going away, I was happy about the fact that none of my friends would ever believe it! She was gorgeous.
Anyway; back in the car.
A few miles down the road,we start to notice the car was a little smokey....on the inside.
The smoke was coming from the dashboard and vents. Then we heard the most uncool noise.. We pulled the car over, popped the hood and had a look. A the rod that had just blown through the head. The engine was fucked.
After another cigarette or 2 and another beer or 9; we decided the only option we had was to start hitch-hiking.(cell phones were not even a thought yet)
We decided to break into pairs and try and get a ride that way. With less people and we figured a girl with a young kid should get picked up first. So, Cheryl and I walked about 100-150yards ahead of her boyfriend and dicksfer. It was also agreed up that if dicksfer and Cheryl's boyfriend got a ride first, they would send the car to us and then they would catch the next ride.
Well, they lied. The first car that stopped, stopped for them and they fucked off.
Or so we thought.
The next car was 2 marines heading to camp Lejeune.
Semperfuckinfi!
They picked us up and we stopped a little shack in the middle of nothingness called The Party Store. It had no real business license and no one really knew what the little building was for originally, but some people decided to make it into a "party store" where you could go and party and buy your party supplies. Great little place.....
When we got there, we asked had anyone seen dicksfer pass through.
No one had,but we got free gear for our search! God I miss those days...
Eventually; we got back to j'ville and we had to part ways with the marines who so graciously helped up out. Luckily, they dropped us right at the door of Cheryl's “other boyfriend”.(Cheryl was allowed, so watch your tongue!) and he had a car and could take us the rest of the way home.
We walked up to the door of the trailer and Cheryl,being this guys girlfriend, just walked right in.
And Tracy walked right out of the bathroom into the living room.
(Tracy=Cheryl's mortal enemy).
Now we proceed into the cat-fight portion of the evening.
Cheryl was NOT happy and; unfortunately for Tracy, could kick your ass while wear 7 inch cork soled platform shoes!
But I actually liked Tracy.
She was my 1st...... Gee, I wish I could find her now and show her how good I have gotten!
Once the fight reached the boring stage, they decided it was time to call it a night and take us all home.
Cheryl and her “bf” rode in one car while Tracy, her date and myself rode in another.
When we got my house; it was 2:15am. It was almost 3am by the time Cheryl stopped shouting and kicking the shit out of her “other” bf.
Cheryl and I walked into my house and immediately knew something was wrong. We knew someone was, or had been, in the house.
I grabbed a K-Bar knife, she grabbed a butcher knife and a Boss Pepsi bottle(the original 2 litre bottle bade of glass). We searched the house,but no one was there. Then we heard the door...
We charged in and almost killed my best friend to death! He had come to stay the night,but we weren't home, so he went down the road to see friends.
Tony and I decided to make 2 massive bowls of pistachio pudding.
At 3:30am.
Tony asked me where I had been........
I debated if should tell him.
After all; it was an interesting 24 hours for a kid who was juuust about 13 :)
Dale Jr.
We were all partying at Eddie Carter's house one night in the summer when I was 21.
It was a typical hot,muggy North Carolina summer night, the temperature was only matched by the humidity. There was no need to blow dry your hair after a shower; you didn't know when the water stopped and the sweat started!
Anyway; on this particular night, there was house full of people(well, a trailer full anyway) and we had Jim Beam and Jack Daniels abound! We were in Budweiser country after all ;-)
Since I was heavy into weightlifting back then,NOT fitness, I made up a smoking game(drinking games are boring) for some of us to play. The game at this time was to take a huge hit off a joint and see how long you could hold it in while doing triceps extensions with eddies weights.
Talk about a head rush! People turned as purple as the bib-overalls I was wearing!
The party on this night was a typical gathering,but it had a special ring to it on this night.
There was a guy with us named Dale Jr.(last name with-held) who was just getting back into life after getting into a drunk driving accident about 18 months before where his best friend died. Dale was driving. He was about 17-18 years old at the time.
Also on this night, we were celebrating an engagement between Eva and Chris.
Eva and Chris were made for each other. Eva came from a family of 4 girls and 1 boy.
ALL of the girls were stunning! Neil, the brother, was just fucking insane. Great friend! We won't go near his bad side.
The house Eddie carter lived in was about 75 yards from his parents house and it was on a country road so far away from civilisation, if you got hurt, there was no need to call 911,you were likely to die before they even found you! But it was beautiful. Total silence at night with the brightest stars ever created. And on certain nights, if you just listened, you could hear the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the beach...MILES away.
Eddie was still at work when the party was going in full swing. He was a roofer and worked 12 hours a day,7 days a week, to make sure his baby girl would have a good life.
He use to wear this t-shirt that was given to him by his daughter on his first fathers day that read: “ anybody can be a father,but it takes someone special to be a daddy”. He cried when he got that shirt.
So did everyone else when they saw him.
You must understand; Eddie was a man's man. To this day; he still holds the record for receiving the worst beating I have ever seen a man take in a bar fight; and he STILL won the fight! He spent a week in the hospital afterwards, so to see him cry because of his little girl making him happy; it was a moment for all of us to remember.
Not long before Eddie was due home that night, we had already achieved most maximum intoxication! But while we were in this state; I was watching Dale Jr. enjoying his first real night out since losing his best friend and Eva and Chris were just having the time of their lives. Shit; we didn't even exist to them on this night, and that was just fine with us.
Eddie had built his own CD rack and had it hanging on the wall in his living room.
Damn good job he did making it too! Considering this was in a time when Cd's were still a novelty.
And since I was pretty much in charge of the music, I got real acquainted with said CD rack,but obviously not as good as I should have.
I stepped away from the entertainment system and went out on the front porch to have a breath of fresh country evening air.
While I was doing this, everyone else was dancing and playing quarters( my game didn't last long...I was the healthiest stoner anyone had ever known :D) and having a great old time.
One of our other friends was assuming my position as DJ and as he was going through the Cd's, he decided to see if there were any missed Cd's on the top of the rack. There was one or two....
But.... he also found a shotgun.
Only Eddies wife remembered it at that point. Eddie had stuck it up there almost 6 months before to get it away from someone else who was drunk. But then, they all forgot about it because everyone was partying and time had passed with no one seeing it. Eddie even had his guns taken out of the house and stored at his parents house when his daughter was born.
When it was found,everyone had a look at it as it was passed around. Although, the girls didn't touch it. It was dusty and had rust starting to form on it,so we knew it had been there for a while. It was a single shot,breach break .410 shotgun. .410 being the smallest shotgun round you can find. It's used mainly for fowl and squirrel hunting. Being proper southern people, we weren't worried because most of us started our education on gun safety and hunting procedures with a .410. So it was no big deal.
Dale Jr., was sitting on the couch (sofa for you EU people!) and the way he was facing was a direct line into the kitchen.
I was standing in the doorway watching; with a bottle of JB in one hand and fat ass hawg-leg in the other! I was still in my purple bib-overalls which I had cut into shorts. I mean; c'mon! I got “300” legs! Of course I'm showing them off!
Anyway; Dale asked to see the shotgun.
It was handed to him and he had a good look at it and wanted to make sure it was unloaded.
Well, the breach catch was rusted a bit,so; for some unknown reason, Dale tried to pull back on the hammer to see if he could get it unstuck that way. The hammer itself was sticky because it had been sitting in high humid conditions combined with salt air for so many months.
I got bored watching these people trying to pry open a rusted shotgun,so I turned back around and was talking to some people in the front yard.
Then is happened.
BANG!!!!!
It was one single shot that no one had any clue that was ever there.
Time stopped. Everything went silent. We couldn't even hear the music for what seemed to be an eternity. You couldn't hear the ocean waves any more. All the whiskey I had in me came pouring out in a cold sweat. We all did. We all became sober in that instant.
Then came the worse sound we could have imagined at that time.....
Eva screaming.
Chris; the love of Eva's life and soul; had taken the full blast in the stomach while standing in the kitchen.
When I turned around, he was on the floor. Still conscious,but making very little sound.
Eva.
Eva was ghost white and in hysterics.
Most people would call 911 right off. Not us. We called Momma Carter first.
Momma Carter was Eddies momma and she lived right next door. This was about 9pm and she was already in bed,but she got straight up,threw on her bathrobe and came straight over. Momma Carter was a nurse and even more so, she was so Christian; we were convinced she was a direct advisor to God!
When she got there, we made a path for her to get Chris and she did what she always did best...
She made you forget the bad things the best she could.
She made sure we called 911 and we said we had. Then she looked at Chris' wound. She took a blanket and put it over Chris' torso and made him lie on his back. She had one hand and Eva held Chris' other hand. She asked Chris if he believed in God and if he had accepted him as his Lord and Saviour and if he truly believed that Jesus had died upon the cross for his sins. Chris answered yes.
Right then; we knew.
She said to Chris: “Repeat after me”...
'Our Father,who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,the power and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen'
We all followed in with Chris and momma carter and repeated the prayer.
Then the strangest thing happened; Chris just relaxed and opened his eyes and he looked straight at Eva He smiled and said “hey. It's OK. It doesn't hurt and everything is going to be fine”. Then he looked at momma carter and said thank you.
Then he asked for Dale.
Oh God. Dale.
We didn't want to look at him,but we had too.
He was still sitting on the couch. Shotgun in his lap. He was like a statue. His knuckles were pure white wrapped around that shotgun. He didn't even seem to breath at this point. Shit...none of us did.
Momma Carter held out her hand for Dale,but he didn't move. She got up and went to Dale and took the shotgun from him and got him to walk over to Chris Chris took Dale Jr. by the had and said it was all OK. He wasn't angry at Dale. He knew it was an accident and he seemed more worried about Dale than his own situation.
This was twice in less than 2 years Dale had been inadvertently responsible for someones death and both of those were childhood friends. He wasn't even 20 yet.
When the ambulance arrived, some were outside in the front yard,some were inside with Chris and Eva. Chris was even joking at this point about he wanted something to drink, but we didn't want to get beer all over Eddies kitchen floor! So I gave him my joint.
Eva; God bless that beautiful woman, she was laughing and joking with Chris and trying so hard to brave and fight back the tears. Chris actually got mad at her for being scared and crying. He promised everything was going to be OK and he was never going to leave her.
The paramedics did what they needed to do and a whole pile of us helped lift Chris into the ambulance. The paramedics didn't have to touch that stretcher one time until it was locked down in the ambulance.
While this was going on,Eddie came barrelling across the road in that big ass 4-wheel drive truck(hey! We are country boys,ya know!) and he jumped the ditch in his front yard, because when he saw the ambulance,he thought it was for his daddy.
Through it all...Eddie was,and still is to this day, a daddy's boy! He loved his daddy like you wouldn't believe. So,naturally,he thought it was his daddy in trouble.
He had a huge sigh of relief when he found out it wasn't daddy Carter.
Eva gave Dale big hug and a kiss and said it would be OK,then she climbed into the ambulance with Chris. It was where she needed to be. As the ambulance pulled away,we watched Eva.. she never looked up once.
Dale dropped to his knees in the front and asked momma carter why God hated him so much to do this to him....again.
Momma Carter knelt on the ground with Dale and said God would never hate someone as wonderful a person as Dale Jr. was.
We all fell to our knees to be with Dale. We all cried.
Then Eddie got back into his truck and hollered whoever was going to the hospital,get in!
Dale stayed. He couldn't handle it. Momma Carter stayed with Dale. She knew what was going to happen with Chris,so now, Dale was most important.
We caught up with the ambulance and followed it all the way to the hospital emergency room.
When we arrived; Eva was the first person out of the ambulance, then they took Chris out.
Eva walked to us and said Chris didn't make it to the hospital.
We all had a group hug and cry in the parking lot.
We stayed at the hospital until Chris' family arrived and then most of us went back to eddies.
Eva stayed with Chris' parents.
By the time we got back,Dale had left.
Momma Carter called his daddy to come and get him. He went straight to the police.
Everything was silent when we got back.
Momma Carter and eddies wife had cleaned the kitchen floor and we helped clean up the rest of the house. Party over. When we finished; we all sat outside on the front porch, on eddies truck, in the grass, we all had a bottle or can of something ( I had hawg-leg duty;-)) and we sat in silence as we watched the sun come up.
Funny thing was; we decided that was the most beautiful sunrise ever!
Why,you may ask?
2 reasons; 1- we knew that was Chris was never going to see a sunrise again,so we made it the best for him and 2; we said that wasn't a sunrise, that was Chris hitching a lift to heaven!
Even that made Momma Carter smile.
We all went to the police station to see what happened with chris.
His case never really went to court. He found not guilty from day one, so, on the day of his trial, we wnet and he was released.
We said our prayers, gave our hugs and kisses and knew this was going to be a new path for us.
Some things would never be the same.
We never saw Dale Jr. again after that. He joined the navy to get away from Onslow county.
And we didn't blame him. We still love you brother.
And Eva.
God's beautiful gift to this life......
About 2 years later she met another fella who worshipped the very ground she walked on.
She found love once again.
I was there when he was killed too.
He was working on his car when it slipped off the hydraulic lift and crushed him.
At least she didn't have to see that one happen.
Eva; where ever you are; you are still loved.
I can never tell this story without crying.
But the reason I tell it is because of what I saw that night we lost Chris.
I saw proof that God (or a power greater than us,at the very least.) does exist.
You might not know what I mean,but you will..........
some day :-)
It was a typical hot,muggy North Carolina summer night, the temperature was only matched by the humidity. There was no need to blow dry your hair after a shower; you didn't know when the water stopped and the sweat started!
Anyway; on this particular night, there was house full of people(well, a trailer full anyway) and we had Jim Beam and Jack Daniels abound! We were in Budweiser country after all ;-)
Since I was heavy into weightlifting back then,NOT fitness, I made up a smoking game(drinking games are boring) for some of us to play. The game at this time was to take a huge hit off a joint and see how long you could hold it in while doing triceps extensions with eddies weights.
Talk about a head rush! People turned as purple as the bib-overalls I was wearing!
The party on this night was a typical gathering,but it had a special ring to it on this night.
There was a guy with us named Dale Jr.(last name with-held) who was just getting back into life after getting into a drunk driving accident about 18 months before where his best friend died. Dale was driving. He was about 17-18 years old at the time.
Also on this night, we were celebrating an engagement between Eva and Chris.
Eva and Chris were made for each other. Eva came from a family of 4 girls and 1 boy.
ALL of the girls were stunning! Neil, the brother, was just fucking insane. Great friend! We won't go near his bad side.
The house Eddie carter lived in was about 75 yards from his parents house and it was on a country road so far away from civilisation, if you got hurt, there was no need to call 911,you were likely to die before they even found you! But it was beautiful. Total silence at night with the brightest stars ever created. And on certain nights, if you just listened, you could hear the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the beach...MILES away.
Eddie was still at work when the party was going in full swing. He was a roofer and worked 12 hours a day,7 days a week, to make sure his baby girl would have a good life.
He use to wear this t-shirt that was given to him by his daughter on his first fathers day that read: “ anybody can be a father,but it takes someone special to be a daddy”. He cried when he got that shirt.
So did everyone else when they saw him.
You must understand; Eddie was a man's man. To this day; he still holds the record for receiving the worst beating I have ever seen a man take in a bar fight; and he STILL won the fight! He spent a week in the hospital afterwards, so to see him cry because of his little girl making him happy; it was a moment for all of us to remember.
Not long before Eddie was due home that night, we had already achieved most maximum intoxication! But while we were in this state; I was watching Dale Jr. enjoying his first real night out since losing his best friend and Eva and Chris were just having the time of their lives. Shit; we didn't even exist to them on this night, and that was just fine with us.
Eddie had built his own CD rack and had it hanging on the wall in his living room.
Damn good job he did making it too! Considering this was in a time when Cd's were still a novelty.
And since I was pretty much in charge of the music, I got real acquainted with said CD rack,but obviously not as good as I should have.
I stepped away from the entertainment system and went out on the front porch to have a breath of fresh country evening air.
While I was doing this, everyone else was dancing and playing quarters( my game didn't last long...I was the healthiest stoner anyone had ever known :D) and having a great old time.
One of our other friends was assuming my position as DJ and as he was going through the Cd's, he decided to see if there were any missed Cd's on the top of the rack. There was one or two....
But.... he also found a shotgun.
Only Eddies wife remembered it at that point. Eddie had stuck it up there almost 6 months before to get it away from someone else who was drunk. But then, they all forgot about it because everyone was partying and time had passed with no one seeing it. Eddie even had his guns taken out of the house and stored at his parents house when his daughter was born.
When it was found,everyone had a look at it as it was passed around. Although, the girls didn't touch it. It was dusty and had rust starting to form on it,so we knew it had been there for a while. It was a single shot,breach break .410 shotgun. .410 being the smallest shotgun round you can find. It's used mainly for fowl and squirrel hunting. Being proper southern people, we weren't worried because most of us started our education on gun safety and hunting procedures with a .410. So it was no big deal.
Dale Jr., was sitting on the couch (sofa for you EU people!) and the way he was facing was a direct line into the kitchen.
I was standing in the doorway watching; with a bottle of JB in one hand and fat ass hawg-leg in the other! I was still in my purple bib-overalls which I had cut into shorts. I mean; c'mon! I got “300” legs! Of course I'm showing them off!
Anyway; Dale asked to see the shotgun.
It was handed to him and he had a good look at it and wanted to make sure it was unloaded.
Well, the breach catch was rusted a bit,so; for some unknown reason, Dale tried to pull back on the hammer to see if he could get it unstuck that way. The hammer itself was sticky because it had been sitting in high humid conditions combined with salt air for so many months.
I got bored watching these people trying to pry open a rusted shotgun,so I turned back around and was talking to some people in the front yard.
Then is happened.
BANG!!!!!
It was one single shot that no one had any clue that was ever there.
Time stopped. Everything went silent. We couldn't even hear the music for what seemed to be an eternity. You couldn't hear the ocean waves any more. All the whiskey I had in me came pouring out in a cold sweat. We all did. We all became sober in that instant.
Then came the worse sound we could have imagined at that time.....
Eva screaming.
Chris; the love of Eva's life and soul; had taken the full blast in the stomach while standing in the kitchen.
When I turned around, he was on the floor. Still conscious,but making very little sound.
Eva.
Eva was ghost white and in hysterics.
Most people would call 911 right off. Not us. We called Momma Carter first.
Momma Carter was Eddies momma and she lived right next door. This was about 9pm and she was already in bed,but she got straight up,threw on her bathrobe and came straight over. Momma Carter was a nurse and even more so, she was so Christian; we were convinced she was a direct advisor to God!
When she got there, we made a path for her to get Chris and she did what she always did best...
She made you forget the bad things the best she could.
She made sure we called 911 and we said we had. Then she looked at Chris' wound. She took a blanket and put it over Chris' torso and made him lie on his back. She had one hand and Eva held Chris' other hand. She asked Chris if he believed in God and if he had accepted him as his Lord and Saviour and if he truly believed that Jesus had died upon the cross for his sins. Chris answered yes.
Right then; we knew.
She said to Chris: “Repeat after me”...
'Our Father,who art in heaven,
hallowed be thy name.
Thy Kingdom come,
thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation,
but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom,the power and the glory,
for ever and ever.
Amen'
We all followed in with Chris and momma carter and repeated the prayer.
Then the strangest thing happened; Chris just relaxed and opened his eyes and he looked straight at Eva He smiled and said “hey. It's OK. It doesn't hurt and everything is going to be fine”. Then he looked at momma carter and said thank you.
Then he asked for Dale.
Oh God. Dale.
We didn't want to look at him,but we had too.
He was still sitting on the couch. Shotgun in his lap. He was like a statue. His knuckles were pure white wrapped around that shotgun. He didn't even seem to breath at this point. Shit...none of us did.
Momma Carter held out her hand for Dale,but he didn't move. She got up and went to Dale and took the shotgun from him and got him to walk over to Chris Chris took Dale Jr. by the had and said it was all OK. He wasn't angry at Dale. He knew it was an accident and he seemed more worried about Dale than his own situation.
This was twice in less than 2 years Dale had been inadvertently responsible for someones death and both of those were childhood friends. He wasn't even 20 yet.
When the ambulance arrived, some were outside in the front yard,some were inside with Chris and Eva. Chris was even joking at this point about he wanted something to drink, but we didn't want to get beer all over Eddies kitchen floor! So I gave him my joint.
Eva; God bless that beautiful woman, she was laughing and joking with Chris and trying so hard to brave and fight back the tears. Chris actually got mad at her for being scared and crying. He promised everything was going to be OK and he was never going to leave her.
The paramedics did what they needed to do and a whole pile of us helped lift Chris into the ambulance. The paramedics didn't have to touch that stretcher one time until it was locked down in the ambulance.
While this was going on,Eddie came barrelling across the road in that big ass 4-wheel drive truck(hey! We are country boys,ya know!) and he jumped the ditch in his front yard, because when he saw the ambulance,he thought it was for his daddy.
Through it all...Eddie was,and still is to this day, a daddy's boy! He loved his daddy like you wouldn't believe. So,naturally,he thought it was his daddy in trouble.
He had a huge sigh of relief when he found out it wasn't daddy Carter.
Eva gave Dale big hug and a kiss and said it would be OK,then she climbed into the ambulance with Chris. It was where she needed to be. As the ambulance pulled away,we watched Eva.. she never looked up once.
Dale dropped to his knees in the front and asked momma carter why God hated him so much to do this to him....again.
Momma Carter knelt on the ground with Dale and said God would never hate someone as wonderful a person as Dale Jr. was.
We all fell to our knees to be with Dale. We all cried.
Then Eddie got back into his truck and hollered whoever was going to the hospital,get in!
Dale stayed. He couldn't handle it. Momma Carter stayed with Dale. She knew what was going to happen with Chris,so now, Dale was most important.
We caught up with the ambulance and followed it all the way to the hospital emergency room.
When we arrived; Eva was the first person out of the ambulance, then they took Chris out.
Eva walked to us and said Chris didn't make it to the hospital.
We all had a group hug and cry in the parking lot.
We stayed at the hospital until Chris' family arrived and then most of us went back to eddies.
Eva stayed with Chris' parents.
By the time we got back,Dale had left.
Momma Carter called his daddy to come and get him. He went straight to the police.
Everything was silent when we got back.
Momma Carter and eddies wife had cleaned the kitchen floor and we helped clean up the rest of the house. Party over. When we finished; we all sat outside on the front porch, on eddies truck, in the grass, we all had a bottle or can of something ( I had hawg-leg duty;-)) and we sat in silence as we watched the sun come up.
Funny thing was; we decided that was the most beautiful sunrise ever!
Why,you may ask?
2 reasons; 1- we knew that was Chris was never going to see a sunrise again,so we made it the best for him and 2; we said that wasn't a sunrise, that was Chris hitching a lift to heaven!
Even that made Momma Carter smile.
We all went to the police station to see what happened with chris.
His case never really went to court. He found not guilty from day one, so, on the day of his trial, we wnet and he was released.
We said our prayers, gave our hugs and kisses and knew this was going to be a new path for us.
Some things would never be the same.
We never saw Dale Jr. again after that. He joined the navy to get away from Onslow county.
And we didn't blame him. We still love you brother.
And Eva.
God's beautiful gift to this life......
About 2 years later she met another fella who worshipped the very ground she walked on.
She found love once again.
I was there when he was killed too.
He was working on his car when it slipped off the hydraulic lift and crushed him.
At least she didn't have to see that one happen.
Eva; where ever you are; you are still loved.
I can never tell this story without crying.
But the reason I tell it is because of what I saw that night we lost Chris.
I saw proof that God (or a power greater than us,at the very least.) does exist.
You might not know what I mean,but you will..........
some day :-)
Saturday 4 July 2009
Robin pt.2
When Robin realized I was asking about her, you could see her blush from a mile away.
She looked back at me to see if I was actually there and if I was staring at her.
And I was. Smiling.
That's when the flirting started. Work style! See, there are ways of flirting,many ways, and one thing is to use your work environment and immediate surroundings. I worked in a produce department, so that meant I had "projectiles flirting" at my disposal! The occasional cherry, bits of corn (most of the flirting is dictated seasonal foods),blue berries or strawberries.
She worked in the childrens department. She had nothing to return the "flirt". :D
So, she had to actually walk over or throw fruit back at me. And she did!
I feel I must mention, for safety reasons, if you choose this method of apparent juvenile flirting, cantaloupes, watermelons, melons of any type, oranges,apples,etc; don't make effective "flirty projectiles". AND... if you work in a place like a, say.... bowling alley, just don't throw anything. Just..... don't.
Robin and I got to talking a lot after that. We would always use the house(in-store) phones to talk and send messages. We would go out on break together, hang out before and after work.
We talked a lot. Until.... Brian "fat fuckin freak" Fogle.
One night, Robin was off with me. She wasn't flirting. She wouldn't look at me or anything. Then, I got word from Dana that Robin wanted to see me back in the stock room. I immediately thought "stock room nooky!". I was wrong. She told me she didn't want to talk to me because someone had told her I had a reputation of using women for sex and just wanted to fuck her. Or, as she put it: "Not fuck me over. Just fuck me and be done with it".
I went fucking MENTAL! There was only one person in that store who knew me and that was Tracy. NO ONE else knew me and I knew Tracy wouldn't say a damn word like that!
Of course, when I asked who said it, she said she couldn't say. I understood where she was coming from. BUT,come hell or high water, I was going to find that bastard!
When I went back to work, I ran into Brian Fogle. He knew something was wrong,so, being a friend, he asked. I told him some weak-dicked faggot had just ran a cock-block on me and I was livid. Brian agreed to everything I said and agreed it was fucked up to do and agreed with stomping his guts out. Funny how things work out.....
A few nights later, I came into work early. I had decided at this time, I was going to let things go with Robin. It was our work place and we didn't get to know each other long enough to see each other outside work, so I knew I would never run into her anywhere but here.
As I walked into the doors, I saw Robin walking out from the doors on the far side of the building... holding hands with Brian "fucking fat ass" Fogle! I was on a whole new level of pissed-dom at this point in time. Brian saw me and shit! Robin wasn't too happy, but Brian shit!
I stopped talking to Brian for a while after that,as you would, but he honestly thought we should still be friends! Fuck that!
One night, about a week later, I was walking along the loading docks in the back, rounded a corner and walked straight into Brian. He shit. He finally spoke and asked if I was ever going to speak to him again, because HE thought of me as a friend. I stood there, took a deep breath, sighed and calmly said yes.
He reached out his hand to shake and I reached out and grabbed him by the head and slung him into a pallet of dog food. When he got his senses together, which took a 10th of a second, I pulled out a switch blade and told him I was going to stick it in his eye. He didn't shit this time.
He pee'd. I told him,in no uncertain terms, if he EVER got into my personal business again, I would pull out his eye and eat it. Then I stepped back and said; "NOW, we can speak again. Now that you know the rules."
Brian started telling me all the stuff he and Robin were up too(truthfully, would you talk to a guy who had threatened to eat your eyeball?!!! He did.) and I took note. And I compared them with Robin. She was no longer happy with Brian. Considering 99% of what he said was bullshit.
Especially the sex parts. They never had sex! Did he honestly think I would let it go and not tell her?! I beat a path straight to her and told her what this lard ass was saying.
Truthfully, I didn't do it to "win her back". I never had her in the first place. I did it to prove to her that she shouldn't jump to conclusions without knowing the full story.
It worked. She slapped the shit out of him right in the middle of the store!
She came to me after and said she was sorry. Then, funnily enough, she didn't ask for my phone number... she asked for my address! you could have dropped me with a feather!
The first time she came to my house was when I realized she was a true Kentucky Hillbilly.
It was raining, pretty heavy, and, instead of bringing an umbrella and coming to the door, she sat in her friends car and yelled until I opened the door. Class :D.
I sat there for a few minutes watching her out the window with a big ass grin on my face. Eventually, she saw me looking at her through the upstairs window, gave me the finger, then came to the door.
Her and her friend, whoever she was, came in while Tracy and I proceeded to start the rainy days activities. Which consisted of mainly drinking and smoking pot. Robin and her friend joined right in. Still, nothing had really gone on between Robin and I at that point, which, to my somewhat amazement, really intrigued her.
You see, Robin was shy and innocent with a voice so soft and sweet, it was just heart melting.
Or, so I thought. Turned out, she was a MASSIVE metal head and wild child that would make any hells angel proud!
What intrigued her the most, was the fact that I didn't make a move on her straight away.
I showed her the utmost respect and kindness, befitting of any southern gentleman. She was OK with meeting guys and sleeping with them very soon after. She wasn't your typical image of a slut. She just believed if guys can do it, why can't women. Fair play to her.
She did have sex on the first night, sometimes she would even have the occasional one night stand(even women get horny and don't want to see you in the morning). AND, I was a typical horny 21 year old and would shag damn near anything would move. Hell, I walked into a friends house one time and his goldfish quit swimming! :-D
Anyway, I didn't make a pass at her. There was something special about her. I found quite odd. I had never thought about that before. In fact, having sex with her never really entered my mind after we first met. She was very taken aback, yet, she was majorly turned by a guy who just wanted to be WITH her and not just sexually. I had no clue. I was too smitten to notice ;-)
We just sat there talking and actually getting lost in each others worlds and words. We completely ignored the fact Tracy and her friend couldn't stand each other from the get-go.
Tracy was good for pissing people off with just his presence. We found out we had a lot in common; foods, music(although I hated King Diamond at the time, she got me into him heavily!) and, of course, drugs. We both loved Acid and pot. She loved whiskey more than I, but, she got me into appreciating a good southern Bourbon! We both figured out we loved sex on acid, the most!
A few hours later, after much encouragement by Tracy and her friend, she finally left.
Tracy, as usual, tried to slag her off and downplay her because she didn't even look at him once.
He was a dick.
(pt.3 coming soon)
She looked back at me to see if I was actually there and if I was staring at her.
And I was. Smiling.
That's when the flirting started. Work style! See, there are ways of flirting,many ways, and one thing is to use your work environment and immediate surroundings. I worked in a produce department, so that meant I had "projectiles flirting" at my disposal! The occasional cherry, bits of corn (most of the flirting is dictated seasonal foods),blue berries or strawberries.
She worked in the childrens department. She had nothing to return the "flirt". :D
So, she had to actually walk over or throw fruit back at me. And she did!
I feel I must mention, for safety reasons, if you choose this method of apparent juvenile flirting, cantaloupes, watermelons, melons of any type, oranges,apples,etc; don't make effective "flirty projectiles". AND... if you work in a place like a, say.... bowling alley, just don't throw anything. Just..... don't.
Robin and I got to talking a lot after that. We would always use the house(in-store) phones to talk and send messages. We would go out on break together, hang out before and after work.
We talked a lot. Until.... Brian "fat fuckin freak" Fogle.
One night, Robin was off with me. She wasn't flirting. She wouldn't look at me or anything. Then, I got word from Dana that Robin wanted to see me back in the stock room. I immediately thought "stock room nooky!". I was wrong. She told me she didn't want to talk to me because someone had told her I had a reputation of using women for sex and just wanted to fuck her. Or, as she put it: "Not fuck me over. Just fuck me and be done with it".
I went fucking MENTAL! There was only one person in that store who knew me and that was Tracy. NO ONE else knew me and I knew Tracy wouldn't say a damn word like that!
Of course, when I asked who said it, she said she couldn't say. I understood where she was coming from. BUT,come hell or high water, I was going to find that bastard!
When I went back to work, I ran into Brian Fogle. He knew something was wrong,so, being a friend, he asked. I told him some weak-dicked faggot had just ran a cock-block on me and I was livid. Brian agreed to everything I said and agreed it was fucked up to do and agreed with stomping his guts out. Funny how things work out.....
A few nights later, I came into work early. I had decided at this time, I was going to let things go with Robin. It was our work place and we didn't get to know each other long enough to see each other outside work, so I knew I would never run into her anywhere but here.
As I walked into the doors, I saw Robin walking out from the doors on the far side of the building... holding hands with Brian "fucking fat ass" Fogle! I was on a whole new level of pissed-dom at this point in time. Brian saw me and shit! Robin wasn't too happy, but Brian shit!
I stopped talking to Brian for a while after that,as you would, but he honestly thought we should still be friends! Fuck that!
One night, about a week later, I was walking along the loading docks in the back, rounded a corner and walked straight into Brian. He shit. He finally spoke and asked if I was ever going to speak to him again, because HE thought of me as a friend. I stood there, took a deep breath, sighed and calmly said yes.
He reached out his hand to shake and I reached out and grabbed him by the head and slung him into a pallet of dog food. When he got his senses together, which took a 10th of a second, I pulled out a switch blade and told him I was going to stick it in his eye. He didn't shit this time.
He pee'd. I told him,in no uncertain terms, if he EVER got into my personal business again, I would pull out his eye and eat it. Then I stepped back and said; "NOW, we can speak again. Now that you know the rules."
Brian started telling me all the stuff he and Robin were up too(truthfully, would you talk to a guy who had threatened to eat your eyeball?!!! He did.) and I took note. And I compared them with Robin. She was no longer happy with Brian. Considering 99% of what he said was bullshit.
Especially the sex parts. They never had sex! Did he honestly think I would let it go and not tell her?! I beat a path straight to her and told her what this lard ass was saying.
Truthfully, I didn't do it to "win her back". I never had her in the first place. I did it to prove to her that she shouldn't jump to conclusions without knowing the full story.
It worked. She slapped the shit out of him right in the middle of the store!
She came to me after and said she was sorry. Then, funnily enough, she didn't ask for my phone number... she asked for my address! you could have dropped me with a feather!
The first time she came to my house was when I realized she was a true Kentucky Hillbilly.
It was raining, pretty heavy, and, instead of bringing an umbrella and coming to the door, she sat in her friends car and yelled until I opened the door. Class :D.
I sat there for a few minutes watching her out the window with a big ass grin on my face. Eventually, she saw me looking at her through the upstairs window, gave me the finger, then came to the door.
Her and her friend, whoever she was, came in while Tracy and I proceeded to start the rainy days activities. Which consisted of mainly drinking and smoking pot. Robin and her friend joined right in. Still, nothing had really gone on between Robin and I at that point, which, to my somewhat amazement, really intrigued her.
You see, Robin was shy and innocent with a voice so soft and sweet, it was just heart melting.
Or, so I thought. Turned out, she was a MASSIVE metal head and wild child that would make any hells angel proud!
What intrigued her the most, was the fact that I didn't make a move on her straight away.
I showed her the utmost respect and kindness, befitting of any southern gentleman. She was OK with meeting guys and sleeping with them very soon after. She wasn't your typical image of a slut. She just believed if guys can do it, why can't women. Fair play to her.
She did have sex on the first night, sometimes she would even have the occasional one night stand(even women get horny and don't want to see you in the morning). AND, I was a typical horny 21 year old and would shag damn near anything would move. Hell, I walked into a friends house one time and his goldfish quit swimming! :-D
Anyway, I didn't make a pass at her. There was something special about her. I found quite odd. I had never thought about that before. In fact, having sex with her never really entered my mind after we first met. She was very taken aback, yet, she was majorly turned by a guy who just wanted to be WITH her and not just sexually. I had no clue. I was too smitten to notice ;-)
We just sat there talking and actually getting lost in each others worlds and words. We completely ignored the fact Tracy and her friend couldn't stand each other from the get-go.
Tracy was good for pissing people off with just his presence. We found out we had a lot in common; foods, music(although I hated King Diamond at the time, she got me into him heavily!) and, of course, drugs. We both loved Acid and pot. She loved whiskey more than I, but, she got me into appreciating a good southern Bourbon! We both figured out we loved sex on acid, the most!
A few hours later, after much encouragement by Tracy and her friend, she finally left.
Tracy, as usual, tried to slag her off and downplay her because she didn't even look at him once.
He was a dick.
(pt.3 coming soon)
Wednesday 10 June 2009
huh... so. This is what it's come too?
Healthy.
Intelligent.
(amazingly intelligent!)
Still able to learn.
Still willing to work.
Still good looking ;-)
Much to give.
Much to learn.
Ask for very little in return.
Wants to stand.
Needs hand UP.
NOT hand-out.
Falls....
Left behind.
Ignored.
Spit on.
Stepped on.
Pissed on.
Pointed at by lesser people.
Cold.
Hungry.
Tired.
Despondant.
Dirty.
Do you know me? (would you dare?)
Can you hear me? (would you dare listen?)
Can you see me? (would you dare look?)
No.
But, I am right here.
At your feet.
But you can't see me.
You can't see past your new shoes. (I have none. or didn't you notice?)
Can you hear me?
Or is your ipod to loud?
You can buy toys.
You can ignore a fellow human in need.
God is watching.
You don't care.
You think this is it.
As long as you get yours, God will forgive you.
He won't.
But I will.
You still don't care.
I am still here.
Cold.
Tired.
Hungry.
Despondant.
Dirty.
Still willing to work.
Still able to learn.
Still.......
at your feet.
Intelligent.
(amazingly intelligent!)
Still able to learn.
Still willing to work.
Still good looking ;-)
Much to give.
Much to learn.
Ask for very little in return.
Wants to stand.
Needs hand UP.
NOT hand-out.
Falls....
Left behind.
Ignored.
Spit on.
Stepped on.
Pissed on.
Pointed at by lesser people.
Cold.
Hungry.
Tired.
Despondant.
Dirty.
Do you know me? (would you dare?)
Can you hear me? (would you dare listen?)
Can you see me? (would you dare look?)
No.
But, I am right here.
At your feet.
But you can't see me.
You can't see past your new shoes. (I have none. or didn't you notice?)
Can you hear me?
Or is your ipod to loud?
You can buy toys.
You can ignore a fellow human in need.
God is watching.
You don't care.
You think this is it.
As long as you get yours, God will forgive you.
He won't.
But I will.
You still don't care.
I am still here.
Cold.
Tired.
Hungry.
Despondant.
Dirty.
Still willing to work.
Still able to learn.
Still.......
at your feet.
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