Missing the Curve

This is one of my favorite tales from when my parents used to go to Calif. to visit our older brother and leave Larry and I in charge.This one started on a summer night with a bunch of us at my parents doing windowpane.In fact it might have been the night Foss made the brownies and I followed him around the house straightening out the carpets he was kicking up.At some point some of us went out to the Cottage Hotel in Hyldahls dads two week old T-Bird.He,Kiv,myself and Teg Jones who was tripping for the first time drove out there for some wacked reason and stayed about half an hour before it became too strange.(Wildman may have been along also) We piled back in the car and headed back towards my parents.All of us were tripping except Hyldahl who had eaten a bunch of Codeine.Somehow we wound up on Van VorHees(sp) Road where you came down that long straight section and there was that wicked turn that had the big 15mph sign.As we headed down the straight section all of us were yelling "Faster!Faster! and at one point we were doing 75mph.Tom hit the curve at a LOT more than 15mph the T-Bird went off the road and stuck in the hillside lawn on the right.We were at such an angle we all had to climb out the passenger window.After we were out Kiv had to remove a pound of herb from the trunk which we stashed across the road down a hill under some bushes.A short time later Monroe County Sheriff pulled up and called a tow truck.There were two cop cars there and they asked us what had happened.I don't recall what we said but one cop finally walked up to me and asked my friends name.I told him Teg Jones as he had freaked out and kept saying the next car around the corner was going to kill us.Then the cop said we were lucky no one was hurt and Teg blurts out"No we wern't drinking!" The tow truck hauled away the T-Bird which had a lot of bottom damage and the other police car left.The cop left told us to get in his car and all these guys jump in the back seat leaving me to sit up front.The cop asks us where he should drop us off and all these guys in the back seat say my house.By this time it was around 1:30 a.m. and I'm thinking there are like 15 people tripping back at my parents house so I tell the cop to take us to Kivs .I reason that he had that 67 Impala fastback then and we can drive to my house from there.He asks me how to get there I tell him and off we go.So now the guys in back aren't making a peep.I'm in the front seat of a cruiser tripping my balls off watching the cool light show trying to make small talk when the cop says to me"I think you guys are doing something besides drinking tonight but you've been through enough so I'm not going to press it.I can almost here the backseat wetting their pants while I'm watching the trails from all the lights on his dashboard and thinking this is cool.He drops us at Kivs and Hyldahl walks off home.The rest of us get in the car go back and pick up the pot and head to my parents As we come up RRMills at around 2:15 we crest the hill and every light in our house is on.Speakers are out the living room windows with The Who on and in the driveway are my brother,Langer and a few others.Some of them are riding bikes in circles one my little brothers small bike and I think it was Lang standing there with the hose squirting them with water as they drove by grinning like a fool.I'm thanking my lucky stars the cop did not bring us here.At some point after Larry wound up going after Teg cause he told him Bob did not make it and Larry thought he meant Bob was dead.Thats why I think Bob might have been along but the whole later part my memory is blurry.At some point Foss put road signs in the front lawn which he did more than once.

Holiday Inn

The last months I spent at Northeastern my brother made the mistake of giving me an American Express card before going to work for him.That card led to a lot of road trips to the Cape via a Hertz Rental from Logan.One fall trip was memorable just because of the chain of events.We drove to P-Town and the Surf Club and spent the afternoon filling up a few tables with empty Bally XXX's.There were four of us and talking to Michael the Bar Tender we found out the Jug Band was playing The Barley Neck Inn in Orleans that night.So off we went with me driving a full size ford wagon.We arrived at the Inn feeling like the Guys in Animal House when they saw Otis was playing the road house.We all went in except for Chris who was fast asleep in the back.The Jug Band was fun and we gave them the usual 'You guys suck,play something you know when the guy at the table in front of us turned around and said "Would you shut the hell up!" at which we looked behind us to see who he was talking to only to find a wall.At this point Chris came in after waking up and seeing a tap-room sign.After the first set Geno came over and said that the manager would like us to leave which we did and drove back to P-Town.We walked back into the Surf Club and Michael said something like are you guys still standing,laughed at us and then refused to serve us.So we went to the Gov. Bradford just as they shut down then drove to Piggys where we had a drink and Mugsy and Jimmy DeMarco met a girl who wound up driving with us to the Holiday Inn where I rented a room after that bar shut down.In the room I had a picture off the wall with many lines laid out on it when the girl tells us her dad is Police Chief in Truro.We all laughed.She wound up in the bathtub with Mugs and Jimmy,I'm snorting lines and Chris has vanished when a knock comes at our door.I open it to find Chris naked grinning like an idiot.Around 5 a.m. we are evicted from our room the cops daughter leaves and we drive around a bit before I pull into the lot of Babes and we sleep a few hours.Daybreak comes and we are convinced the cops are waiting at the truro line for us but no sign so I pull into the packy in Truro get a case of buds and off we go back to Boston.It was aFri morning by this time but then NU did not have many classes on Fri.so I don't think it affected our G.P.A. not that it would have mattered.

Birthday Fun

Back in 1973 I was spending a lot of time with Bill W. ,Teg Jones a few other guys and gals and Bills sister Debbie.Debbie and I were in the early stages of an on-again off again thing and when Feb rolled around we were on again.The night of the 6th,my 18th B-Day we all went up to Teg Jones parents place above the mushroom house.It was cold and clear but there was snow on the ground.We were drinking beer and Bill and I were doing shots from some bottle of rotgut whiskey.We were drinking inside but then went outside to smoke some doobs and I kept hitting the Whiskey bottle and debbie kept telling me to take it easy on the booze.Well going outside into the cold made the hard stuff hit and next thing I know we were driving down 96 with Bill driving the W.family Pinto with Debbie shotgun and myself,Bill M. and Karen.W in backseat.We had the lights on trying to light a doob I am told when a Trooper went by the other side of 96.He pulled a U-Turn and came after us at which point Bill pulled over and switched seats with Debbie.Debbie had turned 18 in Jan and it was after 11 or 12 or whatever law was back then so Bill was not supposed to be driving at 17 w/o an adult in car.The trooper said he saw Bill driving and was giving us a hard time when I seated behind the driver seat and now Debbie pushed it forward and chowed out the window and halfway onto the Trooper.Bill said he looked at me,then his pants and told us to get the hell out of there and he better not see us again tonight.

Animal House 2

Day passed into early eve and all of us including Regina, Jimmys sister and another roomie of ours off to The Surf Club for the Jug Bands Sat night show.Our table has around ten folks at it hootin and hollerin and having a great time.At some point during the day Mugsy or myself found some muscle relaxers on our person and a few folks including my brother Larry ate them.The Jug Band put on a great show and since it was Memorial Day things got a bit wild.All I know was at the end of the night Geno invited Jimmy M. and Myself onstage where we sang "When the Saints Come Marchin In"while the umbrella lady led the conga line around the bar followed by my brother Mike and Mugsy.I don't recall how but we all made it back to the cottage in North Truro and at some point early the next morn Mugsy said some irate neighbor lady cme in yelling and screaming that my brothers car was parked on top of her septic system and when no one woke up but Mugs she went crazy.A little later the landlord showed up and wanted to know if this was going to be a regular thing as folks were passed out in sleeping bags all over the floor.The lady next door turned out to be a rummy whose husband was a dean at Northeastern so we had her ass.It was a nice start to my last season at Babes and one in which I got the best tan of my life.

Animal House

I was just reading that the Highland Light in North Truro turns 150 years old.I love that lighthouse.The sound of that foghorn on stormy nights was so soothing and also romantic with the young ladies.You could hear it all across North Truro but my story starts in Boston at the NEZ house the Fri night of Memorial Day weekend 1981.The house was pretty empty and Mugsy and I deceided to drop some acid.Right after we took it Animal House came on TV and we started watching and soon were caught up in it.Around midnight after many beers and with a good acid buzz going we decided the only thing to do was drive to Cape Cod right now!So we grabbed a 12 pack hit Mao's closet for two bottles of white wine and along with a few joints some speed and a vile of coke we headed out with mugs driving his VW411 or whatever they were called.About 45 minutes out of Boston after much fun Mugs starts waving his hand in front of his face saying"I can't see" "Pull over" says I and we smoke a doob and do a few lines.This went on like three times before we made it over the bridge onto the Cape at which we got a second wind.All of a sudden we are in North Truro at like 3a.m. with nothing to do so we pull off route 6 and talk and do more drugs ,have another beer and all of a sudden its getting light out.So off we go to Provincetown where we pull into a parking lot right before or past The Red Inn.We open a bottle of wine and I tell mugs we have to let it breathe which is when he looks at me like what kind of stoner idiot are you.So we start sipping wine and at this point I found Camels in my pocket so we're smoking drinking wine at daybreak with fisherman walking by us and looking at us like we're two really messed up guys having a good time.Around then we snoozed for an hour or so and when we woke up decided it was time to head back to North Truro and find the house I had rented with five other guys and gals for the summer.The thing was though the cottge sat off the road above the bay on freezer beach.So we drive back and forth with no luck and finally wind up at Dutras Market around 9 in the morning.We have no idea what to do when Jimmy M. my workmate from Babes and roomate shows up withMarty another roomie and then my brothers Larry and Mike pull in followed by Grtetchen W. from Pittsford.So we all head down Pond Road to the cottage and proceed to drink more beer(cont)

NEZ

I realised tonight I still haven't put up a post on my fraternity time at Nu Epsilon Zeta besides a brief mention.Though most of my time there was spent in the quest of knowledge there were a few incidents I can write about soon.

He Likes It

History Lesson

I was just looking in a book discussion in one of my History groups where they are reading a new book on Pocahontas.I am not reading the book but mention is made of how the Indians put up with the settlers rascally behavior.That got me to thinking that a similar thing happened to the Indians on Cape Cod when the pilgrims raided their corn granary in Truro in a spot still called Corn Hill.I thought how ironic a few hundred years later just above Truro is P-town which could be called Corn Hole.

My Book

I'll put up a few more poems from my hard to find"Anus of Repose" 3 copies I know of. (1) "Rainy Day in P-Town" Raining today-nothing to do-So I said let's make sticky Buns!-Bruce made a happy face on mine (2) "Eddie" Sometimes-When he starts to talk-I feel like asking him-If his asshole is closed for repair.

Richard Gere

I've been busy with my Gerbils lately so no new posts.I'll put something up soon.In the meantime I'll put up an old poem though (- )will have to do for line breaks. "Holiday in P-Town", As I recall- the days were sunny-but each night-golden showers fell on Uranus.