First thing out of the bag I would like to thank my youngest, Penny Lane for laboring over this thing which is still a mystery to me and getting me set up in Cyberspace. Whenever I attempt anything more than writing/forwarding a letter it is usually thrown somewhere into the Ether, never to be found again. So Thank You Penny Lane and also Corbie who got this blog thing going and this time maybe it was her that was shouting the obscenities behind Penny. I also thought I noticed some of Melanie in the writing but this could be a figment of my imagination.
Jenny, I will start right now by saying you have a Mom's Apple Pie Outlook thou at times slightly twisted and a candidate for a Citizen Kane Award. I will also add as a small token of love, you are one of the best people alive at parking a vehicle due to the hundreds of hours you and Penny spent while staying with Susie and I and her letting you two use her car to drive the forty feet involved to practice parallel parking the old stick shift Mustang ll.
My story/life will come in no particular order as my mind no longer works that way. It is a series of events that come in random order with no guidance from my right now psyche. I will for the most part avoid my Ken Kesley (type in and hit search) as most of you are too young to know war stories but some of them are just to damn funny, crazy or unbelievable not to tell. Most names will be changed to protect the guilty. When I do write about them I cannot stay into that region of that particular event slash time for the sake of my sanity as I am not only writing about them but reliving them and not being in a place that leaves me comfortable at any rate with a churning gut feeling. That being said.
It was a long drive over to Heber that evening me and the Jones eating or smoking whatever few drugs I had left and imagining, I had fed my most powerful monster, Cocaine. I hit the small lazy town high in the Unitas late at nite and perhaps from the drugs or just because my friend had moved there only a few months before and I had always found his farmhouse from site posts in my mind in the daylight. Driving straight to where I thought Jed lived only to find myself utterly turned around and hopelessly lost. What to do? Cruise every street in Heber until I recognized his dwelling. Sadly, I was not the only one cruising that night as I came to a four way stop and met up with some trouble makers in an older vehicle who decided to pursue me. This continued until they passed me and then tried to block the road. Four of them there were and all looking to be like they were well beef and milk fed and totally liquored up. Yes I got close enough to them to see their blood shot eyes and the look to do me bodily harm. I hit reverse in my fairly fast Mustang and spun it around and the chase began with me only trying to get away from them to the highway and not knowing at all which way the highway was. We definitely would have killed anyone else out that nite at the speeds we were going and the total lack of adhering to any traffic control signs or lights. I finally hit the highway and started down towards the canyons hoping they would back off. But no. Damn going way too fast quite a ways in front of them I went over a small hill and half way down hit the parking brake, cut the lights and spun around in a circle waiting in the middle of the road. Yea, I know this sounds like a scene out of Tarantino's Death Proof but not. Over the hill they come, giving them and me quite a bit of room, on go my lights. I thought I could smell their fear and saw nothing but smoke from their tires and a wild attempt at missing me by a hard right turn which took them into a dry pasture and what looked like a small tornado had touched down. I could see their headlights flipping around and knew they were rolling over and over. I backed up and shined my lights over at where they had stopped and gave a sigh of relief as I saw four people stumbling around. Whew,nobody dead. I turned back toward Heber, parked on a side street an awaited dawn so I could find Jeds place hoping the police were not on a back street hid away. Went to Jeds beat on his door for what seem like hours and finally sleepy eyed Jed comes to the door. I'm rattling off my account and he suggests I put my car in his garage, wait a few hours and get some sleep.
Sleep for me never came as I was more wound up than a seven day clock. When Jed finally gets up we take care of business and I am down the road, this time heading toward Park City still in fear of being identified. I hit the freeway blow thru SLC and get gas at Toolee and I am heading down the road, to safety, to home. It's all good. OK. No more war stories for awhile for my own health and so as not to bring you to Boredom's Brink
Life and Times
Royboy
