Hostages by night,Liberators by day!  

tmorethorhor1111 91M
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9/10/2005 9:04 am

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Hostages by night,Liberators by day!


'71'What great fun,hippies rule Pacific Grove, so we thought.A bunch of us decide to go skinny-dipping out at the 'Bucket of Blood'an awesome swimming hole on the Carmel river.Not to bad a hike in and the place is abandoned.Hardest part to getting there is the terrain,really steep once over the barbed wire fence,almost straight down for 40 feet,especially with coolers and such along.What a great day!Nobody got too out of hand,least what I remember.Passed out actually about noon and came to with a thirst,hangover,and sunburn along the whole left side of my body.Lily white on the other,blister starting to rise on the burn.Assholes!!!!They split and just left me here!What we called'good fun',little bastards,you know what they say about payback.So's I make it back to town and head over to Margo and Kellys',hopes for a bit of sympathy and cold cream.Best of friends,they hook for pleasure and profit,but I'm so cute...remind them of their little brother,no matter how hard I try,I just aint getting laid.Showed up with a resentment and this is only adding insult to injurey,at least that's how my simmering brain interpted it.FINE THEN!!Slamming the door on my way out,King Baby(me)proceeds to thumb a ride back to my house.So I'm pissed,frustrated,sunburned,and drunker than usual.It's 1am,fog has rolled in and it's downright freezing.Did I mention Max?Max is my dog whom I've been dragging along on this latest misadventure,quarter wolf,quarter husky,and 108 lbs.of purebred shepard.To look at him assumes ones death being of gnashing,bone splintering proportions,actually,he spent the 1st year of his life with two toy poodles cooped up in a garage with tiny back yard.Max believes himself to be a poodle but at the moment I expext a wolfman aura to abound.Anyway,no one is pulling over,I cease holding out my thumb,raise a defiant middle finger as cars approach.After about half an hour,I now have two birds displayed in aggrevated assaulting thrusting and cursing before the vehicles even happen upon the scene.That's it!!!!Next car that comes along,well,I'm just gonna jump right out into their lane,that'll stop 'em.Sure enough,local cop pulls over to inquire as to my wefare.About 5am I'm roused by the clanging of bars,a cold cup of coffee,and a stale donut.The turn-key informs me that in my drunken stuper I had beaten up an 87year old grandmother,she's in a coma and isn't expected to suvive.Then he just turns and walks away.I spend the next 5hrs.planning my escape from the maximum prison I'm soon to call home when finally escorted into arraignement. I'm informed, that in fact, my dog had bitten the arresting officer,there was no grandma!Bail and a hightail out of town,I managed to swear off for ever,well,til the next weekend anyway.Good karma,bad karma,instant karma?Karmalized confessions.......

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