Like a skyrocket of emotion, bright lights, pretty colors then cold ash
falling to earth and no one cares where it lands. My father lost his
wife; I lost my mother, my friends, my family and my school. He liked
Montgomery, he liked being a good ole boy and hanging out at the country
club. He was just too dumb to realize that he was a Yankee just like I
was and he always would be.
We, Wade and I began to move slowly, gradually gaining in speed and
momentum. As the sun started to go down over our shoulders again we
began to rise like a phoenix ready to burn ourselves to ashes one more
time. None of us were in a hurry to frolic with the shrooms just yet.
Not because of the taste but because of the shivers and quivers it gives
you when it goes down like a live virus.
Jim asked, "Did you guys get a tap with this?"
Wade with an air of certainty while laying on the bed staring at the ceiling answered, "Of course we got a tap!" Then he looked at me and asked cautiously,
"Didn't we?"
"Yeah," I answered, "I'll go get it."
You never needed to worry about Wade locking the car because he didn't
believe in it. He well understood that there were nine chances in ten
that the only person to ever to be locked out was himself. Just as an
extra precaution he left a window down. Wade kept about four sets of car
keys and still managed to run out. He kept a lock box as a failsafe
under the fender and I had heard Jimmy ask him about it before we left
town.
I returned with the tap and Wade and Jim struggled with it. I wasn't up for wrestling of any kind. Our two AM tap leaked like a sieve issuing a
constant flow of white foam where the hose connected to the tap. There
was no other alternative but to untap the keg until ready to drink and
then locating a container to catch the leakage.
My humanity had returned sufficiently to the point where I was willing
to try solid food again. Not that I cared for solid food, I would have
gladly traded dinner for another hand full of white crosses but such was
the unfairness of life. This time we found a crappy pizza place. I knew
it was crappy because as a general rule any pizza place located on the
beach is probably crappy. It is instinctive,
End of Part 1 Continued.
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falling to earth and no one cares where it lands. My father lost his
wife; I lost my mother, my friends, my family and my school. He liked
Montgomery, he liked being a good ole boy and hanging out at the country
club. He was just too dumb to realize that he was a Yankee just like I
was and he always would be.
We, Wade and I began to move slowly, gradually gaining in speed and
momentum. As the sun started to go down over our shoulders again we
began to rise like a phoenix ready to burn ourselves to ashes one more
time. None of us were in a hurry to frolic with the shrooms just yet.
Not because of the taste but because of the shivers and quivers it gives
you when it goes down like a live virus.
Jim asked, "Did you guys get a tap with this?"
Wade with an air of certainty while laying on the bed staring at the ceiling answered, "Of course we got a tap!" Then he looked at me and asked cautiously,
"Didn't we?"
"Yeah," I answered, "I'll go get it."
You never needed to worry about Wade locking the car because he didn't
believe in it. He well understood that there were nine chances in ten
that the only person to ever to be locked out was himself. Just as an
extra precaution he left a window down. Wade kept about four sets of car
keys and still managed to run out. He kept a lock box as a failsafe
under the fender and I had heard Jimmy ask him about it before we left
town.
I returned with the tap and Wade and Jim struggled with it. I wasn't up for wrestling of any kind. Our two AM tap leaked like a sieve issuing a
constant flow of white foam where the hose connected to the tap. There
was no other alternative but to untap the keg until ready to drink and
then locating a container to catch the leakage.
My humanity had returned sufficiently to the point where I was willing
to try solid food again. Not that I cared for solid food, I would have
gladly traded dinner for another hand full of white crosses but such was
the unfairness of life. This time we found a crappy pizza place. I knew
it was crappy because as a general rule any pizza place located on the
beach is probably crappy. It is instinctive,
End of Part 1 Continued.
http://oldelmtree.com/showthread.php?tid=19388
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